LOVE IS AN IMPERFECT SPHERE
Love is an Imperfect Sphere
to be found somewhere outside of our orbit
Beyond the reach promised by light,
the last kiss of a dying star.
It is after all, merely the shadow of a mass you once believed in
and can now barely recall.
That the sun that shines all around you, on the brightest and darkest of days
is somewhere still constant; somewhere still burning,
as fiercely as on its first day.
The shape of the shadow that passes o’er the bright child’s face,
Is the memory of all that you’ve lost.
The black spot where all that matters disappear to:
For all that passes this way passes us by.
June 9th, 2014