Once

I was in love once

I tell myself that as I sleep with the others

That exciting feeling of oneness

is meant to exist again.

That void closes in.

I was in love once

and it was a wormhole

sucking all the light,

the space, the clarity

Delirious and spaghettified.

I was in love once

and universes would fall at his feet.

I gave him moon, stars and astronomy

plotting constellations in his name.

That overwhelming greatness

turns to one little pinpoint.

The residual light

of a dying star.

I collapse inward to move outward

and I'm back on earth.