I would like the world to be quiet,
for silence to descend like snow,
thick, layered, incapacitating.
I would like the sky to be black,
to consume me in its darkness,
to feel only my breath as it leaves.
I would like truth to be turned
like a lover's face to their heart,
as if nothing could stop the turning.
I am only air and molecule,
quark and electron.
I am only orbiting mass,
destined to burn.
I am only without you in this silence,
only apart from you in this darkness.
There is no turning, no lover,