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