The day I died I greeted the stars.
From one graveyard to another
We discussed our lives.
Theirs were fantastical -
Thousands of decades spent witnessing
Yet they were more interested
In my mundane stories.
They wondered what it was like
To have a mother
To fall in love.
I told them.
I told them how we’d fight and
how my heart would beat faster than
I thought possible at the mention of her name.
What is that?
They’d ask
A heart?
I’d tell them how our lives were the span of a single organ
They found it perfectly fascinating.
I return I asked them what gravity felt like.
Not to be pulled, but to be the center
Of the universe.
I suppose it’s like your heart.
More weight than you thought you could bear.