Once our voices circled each other like loyal moons, held in a gravity I trusted would never fail, a pull so certain I mistook it for forever. Then something shifted in the dark, a fracture running quietly through the sky, no warning, no mercy, just a sudden distance where warmth used to live. Now we pass like distant constellations, light years apart, pretending we never shared the same sun, never memorized each other’s storms. And i remain here, counting the scattered debris you left drifting in my atmosphere, breathing around the wreckage as if this is still survivable. Back to strangers but the universe in me knows your name by heart. L. Siré