The Empty Space in My Chest

My body is a night sky now, Filled with stars that no longer speak. You left like a light fading out, And I remain, hollow and weak.

These jeans still hang loose on my waist, Like your arms that once held me tight. Now the wind cuts colder, Where your warmth used to hold the night.

My chest is no longer a chest—it's space, Echoing with a name that won't return. This universe is far too wide for one, And too quiet for a heart that still burns.

You were the orbit that lost its path, And I, a planet with no gravity. Floating, asking the stars above— Do you still love me, even in eternity?