Ashes to Ashes by David Cranmer and B F Jones

B F Jones, David Cranmer, Poetry, Punk Noir Magazine

We’re gone all too soon,
suddenly,
just particles drifting apart
bit by bit.
Immaterial clouds dancing
to the sound of a broken orchestra.

What I so valued,
our love,
won’t beat for another
twenty-three millennia or more
or maybe never again.

And I miss you so
as distance stretches
I fade away
while you float,
bright still,
and I cling to a memory
I wish to revive,
re-live maybe once again

——I choose
to believe in continuity,
gods just need time to reunify
under a faraway neon star.