Missing

Missing

Granite, airless,
Stretching into infinity,
Stalagmites of time
Drip between stars.
Reaching for warmth
Of distant suns,
I grasp the tails of comets.
Heart compressed
In the vacuum
Between moments,
Drawn long and thin,
I become a trail of atoms
Disappearing beyond
The event horizon of alone.
Restless universes
Pace amongst synapses,
Escorting chaos
In a cosmic cherade
Called waiting.