My life is like a planet

wandering aimlessly 

through the dense nothingness of space.

Friends don’t come over

When you’re a solitary solar object 

Twirling through the infinite universe

A million miles away from the rolling winds

carrying lavender fields.

My lakes will one day dry up

Like a fish drowning in water

The silent thrum of space reverberates in my ears

Deafeningly loud, the blood rushing to your head

One day, I’ll hear again.

The soft music of New Moon Cafe carrying

The taste of hot chocolate and vanilla

Into my lungs.

No longer can I remember

What the stars look like

Choking the skyline above the clouds

of smog and smoke.

Was it like needles?

Pricked through the fabric of space,

light spilling through?

I’m sure no one remembers anyway.

The lake is nearly empty now

I wonder if the fish are okay.