Amnesiac resolve 
to count the stars 
every night
To wish her good morning
every day
Her gifted cardigan fades
The passionate red turns into
a lifeless citrus orange

The space between us
mirrors the expansion of the universe
Her last attempt at reconciliation
having an inverse effect on it all
We finally dream with no nightmares and
lie down in ignorance of
the death of a star with
no wishes left to fulfil

The death of us
The breaking of memory
The fading reflection in our eyes
The ever increasing emptiness inside
The expansion of the articulation of the emotions felt
A tragic journey in the end, just to fill a void?