LOVE Poem: Supernova, by Ryan Westbay

When I swallowed up the sun,
Were you watching as I carelessly gorged
With insatiability in my eyes?

Was my demeanor just benevolent enough
To calm a misguided spark and flare,
Or any other wayward celestial body?

You see, I still ponder
On a plane without a yesterday,
A space without a future,
And a time that isn’t present.
All so I can consume at a familiar pace.

Eating what my palms took for granted
Gave no closure to my thoughts,
And little strength to hear my bones
As they rattled on about implosion.

Moments are immortal in a void;
What is time without a guiding light
To warm the threads of fate
That have me beyond mere captivation?

To glimpse the beauty I yearn for
Means starving the very nature
That built the pedestal I needed,

But for the horizon I chase,
I see no clearer path than to die,
To give in and ignite who I am.

Will I glimpse you at the speed of light,
Or will the colors I bleed blur the time we share?
The moments will remind us
And give meaning to singularity.