first poem in months….

by christycelia

someday your love will crash –
its fiery pockets once burned
so steady –
now in short bursts,
it sputters, faster each moment.
you aren’t sure at first
if it is passion
or death

because as we pass to the next
phase, a new
sun in an old galaxy
we are still the same matter –
simply spattered in  million
we are still the strength of our passion
just broken as leaves in fall.
just never quite as we were before.