Forlorn

I wonder if black holes grieve as I
for blazed trails and spiraling companions
and cyprus vines that looped our limbs
when we danced through astral fields;
dared to smile.

Are they stained by death as I
now left to hawking my wares
to woeful passerby’s
the lack of which
cloaks in gelid mourning.

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