Deep Space

grief

was a bitter

planet

a cold,

endless dark.

a sky

that rained

broken

glass.

a self-conducted

symphony of

misery

and

loathing.

grief 

was my 

exile

my punishment

my 

torture.

but that planet was

never my

home.

though in 

the still of 

night

in an empty

bed

i remember

the pull

of its

gravity.

long, long

before

love

sent

a rocket to 

rescue

me.