A Black Hole
A lost friend is like a black hole,
But maybe they were a black hole to begin with.
There was always a darkness there,
Even when there was the life and light of friendship,
There was a gravity of past crimes and an event horizon where no one really grew or changed.
Frozen, just at the edge of the chasm.
Pulling away is hard, there must be some goodness in the all consuming darkness.
And what is the space around us, but the endless expanse of black?
Objects that stay lose their integrity,
until they become black holes themselves.
There is still memory in the space between us.
Stars die, but old habits die harder.
Time is space and space is time,
The universe may reinvent itself in endless incarnations,
But mistakes repeat themselves,
when everything stays in orbit.
So, I am drifting away now.
I’ve been drifting away for some time
I found my escape velocity
When they shined a light on you.