des per ation on the dot

my mirror only shows a carrier of me: there’s a part of (i) still missing

4am awakened

my eyes fixate on the distance between our bodies

i blinked when i shouldn’t have

i can’t feel me there with you; we are a year now.

i whisper a certainty: i am not alone in the universe

composing astrological pieces

we became comets

to float freely in this space we share

absent of superficiality voids

pulling our gravitational feelings closer

with just a kiss

stretching time alongside

our starry moment.