Unsonnet: Dark Matter
You are a coin I keep under my tongue
in case I get to close a dead man’s eyes.
You are the galaxy’s dense materials
and the pull they exert on my heart.
So soft, you are invisible to touch.
I wish you could come back and rap me
like a wall for my hidden chambers.
"It comes so soon, the moment when there is nothing left to wait for."
Marcel Proust (via seabois)