I still remember
The first time I saw his soul.
The moon reflected
The Sun’s embers.
Full, bright, gleaming.
Yet his tears were streaming
His heart was a black hole.
I tried to point out the stars
Their infinite beauty
But his eyes were blind
Gazing into the abyss.
They finally found me
His planet met mine
We collided in the darkness.
“I miss him so much.”
His cry created earthquakes
Which shattered my surface.
Our cores touched
Death is a mistake
Barely cured by my kiss.
But at that moment,
I was certain
That our attraction
Was stronger than gravity:
For his love was finally free.
The scorching sun beats down
on the decomposing bodies before my eyes.
Fog and smoke saturate the atmosphere
Beside me, a once-wealthy man painfully dies.
I keep asking myself: “How am I still here?”
Perhaps my wisdom emancipated me
from the inevitable devastation caused by greed.
I built a shelter in the last remaining tree
and filtered acid rain to drown my thirst.
The fruits it bore were tasteless, odourless
but they are responsible for my survival.
Alas, my dream of awakening humanity
has failed those who still worship money.
But I am still breathing, and so are those I adore
Now, at the end of time, I could not ask for more.