The Big Bang

I’m in a daze 
floating above reality 
not alive, not dead, 
but somewhere in-between— 
this hazy stage of nothing. 

Words, 

they drone around me 
peripherals blur indistinguishable, 
no awareness of limbs 
focus—too hard—on the heaviness 
of my eye lids, the drawl 
of my breath, this soft 
coolness on the back 
of my neck— 

What did you say? 

Are you real? Because nothing 
around me feels like anything— 

yet we collide 

like a feather brushing a cheek, 
strangers bumping shoulders,

like an explosion of a star, 
light years away from life— 
we are bound. 

I’m not anything, but you are. 
We blend together, our entities, 

but—your cheeks, they’ve dulled— 
You’ve got my nothing.
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