The bang echoed loudly in the nothingness.
God was dead.
Spiralling into a hundred billion galaxies.
All whispering, God must die so that we might live.
In the exhale I feel the stretch the tear, hear the gun shot snap crack of my ribs as I let go of my heart.
Gold, silver and bronze the cords of an unexpected bond.
Gentle triple layered threads resting next to each other.
Woven into the the fabric of life it can never be untangled.
I could see it in your eyes, the realisation dropping into your awareness. Shattering your heart like a crystal vase hitting the floor.
Like a cool breeze, that lifts an autumn leave from one place.
Floats it down the stream of empty space.
Gentle drops it in a different space.
Nothing new was created.
It was just rearranged.
Slowly drifting away, a ship loose from its mooring.
I see your face but I don’t recognise you.
You are close but I don’t feel you.