Black Holes [AKA: Wait.. you mean Shaynen wrote a poem that ISN'T sad??????]

This poem is one I am very proud of. I will not stop anyone from taking inspiration from it, but please if you do use more than one line word-for-word, just credit or link me in it. After all, I would be very happy to learn that a piece of my work inspired someone.

Arms wrapped around you

the warm morning embrace of your partner 

as you both snuggle in bed with drops of 

golden sunlight leaking through the blinds

Resting softly on your faces

And when your eyelids open

You find your pupils tethered to theirs

And theirs tethered to yours

Looking into one another’s hearts

Your souls irrevocably linked

Here, now, and always

For each day when the rooster cries

And you must get out of bed

And get dressed

And wash your face

And brush your teeth

You feel a little fire burning

For each day when you prepare to leave to work

And grab your bag

Perhaps a coffee

Say your I love you’s

And give each other a tight hug

A peck goodbye at the door

Taking that one last look back over your shoulder

You leave each other with a little piece of yourselves

To help push through the day

And at the end of it

To lead you back into the arms

of one another

Back to home

Billions of years from now

When the stars burn out

And the sun explodes

When black holes steal light away from us and destroy all matter

When they consume every living thing that ever has been, and annihilate every living thing that ever could be

Still our love will stand

Stronger than ever

Without rings

Or bodies to wear them

Without faces

Or lips to kiss, hair to run fingers through

The universe will still feel our arms wrapped around one another

We can live and die a thousand times

And in every life, every reincarnation 

No matter what form we may take

Our love will remain

Two crabs on the jetty

Sharing a minnow for dinner

Two specks of dust in the air

Clinging to one another, flowing in the breeze

Two frogs in the forest

Sleeping side by side in the same hollowed-out log

Billions of years from now

When the stars burn out

And the sun explodes

When black holes steal light away from us and destroy all matter

When we ascend to another plane

We’ll be holding hands at the gates of heaven

You can sit in my lap as I rub your shoulders

And I’ll let you play with my curls

And we won’t have to let go of that hug before work ever again.

Originally Written: 23.09.2024

This is part of my ongoing transfer of poetry from my notes app to a place where perhaps it can connect with others. As always, constructive criticism and discussion is welcome. - SG