I make a wider orbit
Not to feel my hurt
Others burn so close
accustom to the nearness
feel the loss daily, hourly, minutely.
And eternally. Missing moments
Moments that should have been shared
Moments that continue stories
That book.
The one you were in
It stopped writing here
And we don't know how to go on.
It stopped writing here
Empty pages dotted with tears
Sequels primed.
Epic in the widest orbit.
