hole

Love isn’t something
you just fall in and out of
like a black hole,
love swallows you
whole and if you happen to
fall out, if there is some cosmic mistake,
when you wake up
with atoms rearranged
and particles re-constituted
each step is changed
each breath is convoluted
by who you used to be
tho’ you can’t remember well
like a story told in space
by star to star to star
that once upon a time,
even love was matter
even true love mattered,
but it can’t be measured now.