When the Cold Universe Is the Only Warm Solace You Can Find

The only solaceI found in losing youwashow beautifullythe stars sparkledas I screamed your nameand the night swallowed it.

Now all I feel is thatif to be broken is a form of artthen I must be amodern masterpiecewith a shattered heartglued togetheronly by my ownsweat and tears;they drip down my facelike comets that streak across theuniverse

But even after all this timewith a million milesand a thousand wordsbetween uswhen I close my eyes at night,I can still feel yourslinked with mine.