Unfinished Sonnet for Ben, a Reflection on Black Holes
I wish I did not know the taint the skies
emitted in your absence: acid rains
in pinks and oranges pouring toward the earth.
I wish I did not know the wave your cries
unleashed the day we parted ways: the pains
of two techtonic plates fake-shaking mirth.
Dear Ben, I'm sorry that I left and did not try.
I'm sorry that this poem will mean goodbye.
Our friendship can't be fixed. We live too far
apart to save this piercing, dying star.
I wish that I could make you see your worth.