We, the forsaken few

Your mouth is ashes at this egg-yolk midnight confessional, teeth rows of tombstones with epitaph-regrets, your breath was a grape's graveyard, sobbing wet apologies into my comforter, you say I'd be happier in New York, if you never married Dad, if you never left your job at the magazine, you said I could meet publishers and get an internship in Manhattan, wouldn't that be nice. Snow huddles against cellophane window dressings as we push against the bricks still warm from the yule log Grandma gave you when you moved in. You snore softly in a palm tree you bought on clearance, memories of summers spent in the Bahamas growing colder, buried in snow drifts like red-letter report cards, it is always snowing here, white sheets of apologies and never manifested dreams, this house is a reliquary for the never-was, wearing unrealized potential like a tear-stained wedding dress, veil drawn tight against the neck and twisted, I have to believe I ran away looking for something better, sun-dappled forests and hills overlooking oceans not covered over in hoarfrost in October, I have to believe I escaped.

I have to believe this is all secured behind locked doors and half-moon shutters, I have to believe I'm better off now that I left, I have to believe it's not just in my mind.


No, fuck that, no more depression:

We stood on Deimos, half the stars hidden behind a dusty-red ball of sand and rust, shadows stretching off into oblivion. I held your hand tight against solar wind storms, there is no force in the universe that will take you from me, we ran, the sun growing larger, devouring it's children like Saturn before it, we lept over a canyon, misjudged velocity and force divided by gravitational pull, we hung in space for a single infinite moment, we were born in the heart of a star, hydrogen beaten into every conceivable shape, smashed apart only to be fused together, we never let go, our hands clasped together even as centrifugal force spun us deeper into space, faster and faster, we hung to each other until the heat and pressure ignited, a new nova, burning white and glorious we, make this shit look good, we were born in the heart of a star, and unto the heart we return.