when we are like Gods
& I sucked nectar from your lips
Remember?
I swore we’d never be hungry again.
But, now, my stomach rumbles
Like an oubliette.
A lonely galaxy speckled
like isolated prairie campfires
we don’t know our neighbors
anymore than we know ourselves
grunting cavemen pointing at their own fingers
& maybe it’s only this festering vacancy Where God used to beI’ve tried to carve a purpose into it What purpose can I have without a creator? What meaning without a beloved?There is an hour in my mind when there was nothing as sweetas the nectar in my tongueor as meaningless now that I am gone.
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