static in starlight

I don’t remember when it happened,

this drifting apart,

becoming strangers still tethered

by promises, by what could have been.

what I do know is that it’s lonely out here.

the space between us is a black hole;

crossing it is easier said than done,

and I have failed every time.

when I call to you,

do you hear me?

can you see me? 

though I cannot see you, I know you’re there,

waiting at the other end, past the emptiness.

I stare across this vast expanse

of what we once were, looking for you.

it’s like trying to watch a love story 

on a broken television screen.

all I see is static. but I feel you

pulling at me,

goosebumps on flesh and pinpricks of whispers

in my mind that remind me you are somewhere. 

like I said, it’s lonely out here.

both of us lost, searching

for a way back through.

there is no map leading from me to you,

we are not charted amongst the galaxies.

you can’t chart static in starlight.