I’ve tattooed fantasies into the skyline. Carved them deep into the bodies of planets and stars. They ring deep like belly growls. They hunger for you. They call for you. Like I have called for you. From the deep. From the depths of everything. I have wanted to gift you these lands. These agents of cosmology. But, you left me. Quietly in the night. You packed your bags and roamed the Universe. I was left with these presents. These memories of you. Now I paint the skyline with poems. Hoping you hear them in your travels. Of the woman I love. They’ll share it like the Bible. And maybe you’ll know. You’ll know that I never stopped loving you.