By Sonam Kaloti, Arts Editor
as a child I was obsessed by
stars, galaxies,
the nothing
captivated my youthful eyes, boulder like
chasing the planes and shooting stars that
on occasion
rip through the serene, stable dark matter
which holds us,
you,
and I,
together, so I may never fall away
from you
and your coalition with the nothing
to help you keep me here.
I am nothing to you, if we cannot touch
but I want you to
believe in me, when I am here
whether we may already be intertwined by infinite
miniscule strings, or perhaps we
are already the same, and
to be falling would not have meant to be
ripped away
from you
but rather
to have torn one creation in half, and I fall
or
maybe
you did
