the region of space around
a black hole from which
nothing (not even light)
can escape.
I can’t escape a certain her.
I open the curtains
and no matter what the day gives me
– rain and sun –
I think and wish to tell her how I see it
ask her how she sees it.
I wish we would’ve stuck around
for love to become daily;
a life of split rent,
a fickle vacuum,
slow silence over salads,
that we understand as intimacy
and read as anything but decay.
and read as anything but decay.