Her fading scent vanished,
like an interstellar sea of dying
rose where she held me in the
warmth of her repose.
Remembrance condenses on my
skin like stardust settling on a dark
canvas—
cosmic art immersing me in her
absence.
Gravity pulls me deep into orbit
through a vacant space,
where the distant echo of her
whisper creeps.
It says, “Look for me”,
and before my eyes there lay
a quiet petal within my reach.
—JG ©2026

