A black hole swallows planets and noise Not for fun, but because it’s empty Therefore a lack of something destroys But what would heal is to have plenty It would tear me apart to see nothing In the space of your tall silhouette To rewrite reality and remove something So all these things with you I’ll forget In the unbearable heat of this summer I would sit curled up in my room To cry with myself, to not be a bummer Walls decorated by gloom Our unshared books still standing there Those piles always make me aware Our shared bucketlist was where it began Ending at the bottom of my trashcan So, the void would be inescapable surrounding every moment in shrouds A universe like this would be debatable I hope to never stand under its clouds