published by Spiritus Mundi Review
does the bond break when the people do
for i am left a shattered mess
in the aftermath of it all
traversing through the fragments
of us floating in the cosmos
what cannot be seen cannot be broken
a nebulous heart
adrift in the void
searching for a place to rest
amongst the stars
what cannot be seen cannot be felt
what is felt only exists
in the ether
an intangible presence
an all-consuming atmosphere