Your glove feels empty in my hand

like the universe

most scientists say that substance cannot just disappear

but through empirical evidence,  I can tell you that it does

I am small

quantum mechanics and life do not adhere

to the rules of cause and effect

As we fall from the rooftop in different directions

my observation alters

the outcome of our destination

at the edge of the supermassive black hole of desire

I am stretched onto infinity

elongated deeper and deeper into the eternity of one

memory

I drag the cosmos and all light

within

and preserve them in the dark amber of singularity

a moment where our eyes touch and my hand shakes

the cold seeps into our anticipation

and I help you warm your fingers

so you can hold mine

it is from this point that everything breaks down

and time expands

I am every night every…