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We Were Red Till the Stars Went Dark
Prose Poetry
There are never too many no’s in the universe — and we became another negative space in spare moments, as if we were the black hole after the burst of a supernova.
I loved you with all my life’s blood, but did it matter in the end? We were still just the stuff of stardust floating with nowhere to go but by gravity’s pull.
We became the red of two, twined with fate’s thread, always with a bond thicker than water. But where did it lead us? We’re still just two souls lost in this galaxy that seems so infinite compared to our mortal smallness that is no match for greater forces at work.
There are disappointments, and then there is us — fragile and ready to unravel from the spool in someone else’s hands. How could I help but want to protect our own private world from the prying minds of everyone outside?
I loved you with all the force of a sun’s revolutionary whims, but did it matter in the end? We were still just two people who were so lost in each other that we lost sight of everything else around us.
We remembered being the red of a beating heart, racing with equal measure of delight and fear, but it was too late, too late — because we were spinning out of control.
