'I find chemical traces of the element of you'

Thereafter

And then

the world evolved

right there before my very own eyes,

and the tone of red deepens

like blood beneath the flesh

the older you get

melts into magma of the Earth’s core—

I’d imagine the center of

right before you die

where the red rays

stretch longer

and longer

and longer

burning through wombed inferno;

indigo nothingness thereafter.

Red light travels the slowest,

lingers still when the moon

becomes a mirrored silhouette

whose name we forget,

and the sound of

people we don’t talk to anymore

travels beyond our

metaphorical sphere of listening.

I find chemical traces of

the element of you:

atomic weight like time we spent together

divided by the velocity

in which we spun fastest

as our orbits passed by one another;

the trine of our celestial bodies;

the arc of our undue stress,

and the entropy of our collision

thereafter;

the sunset on the night

I never heard from you, again

was breathtaking;

electromagnetic force

redirecting my energy.