Black Holes

Walking thru the city never hurt with you,
reading the words in the news everyday,
they didn't cut so deep,
and not knowing what the next day held,
it was alright-
as long as I stayed, being held by you.

But the passion you felt for the city
& the warmth I kept feeling thru your touch,
it eventually moved away,
making way for the other things that
seemed to be important in your life,
they weren't so much in mine.

And the first time you brought it home,
I asked you to keep work at work,
don't drag me in.
That was the last nite I can truly say
I had sympathy for you.
All the nites after that,
it was all fake when I tried
not to yell-
scream at the top of my lungs,
but I hardly made a sound.

I went out one nite
to see how you were,
it'd been a good week,
as good as we could have
& wound up catching a glimpse of you
that I had fully hoped to avoid.

But there you were,
soon to be sprawled on the concrete,
laid out for sleep,
just like how you would
(normally)
do in your own bed.

And with my eyes closed,
holding back my insides,
trying not to let the whole city see my thoughts
& hear my cries.

You threw yourself into that realm that I refused to enter:
sure I had gotten close to the door,
hung out around the threshold
tiptoes in a few feet.
It was kind of fun,
once or twice,
but real life has to be faced.
Black holes really don't exist, no matter how much you wish them to-
you won't fall into one on earth,
sorry, Charlie.
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