supernova

dreams drift through dimensions
burying the baggage that carries
me across the threshold

I want to close the doors &
windows (any space you'd
slither through wider than
my finger)

I tried to feel the tip of the
silver lining, but it shined
so bright, I was blindsided

we tried to carry each other
with our pasts on our backs
all we did was detonate

I tried to tell you that I'm
sick of dreaming; we
exploded out of sight

and no dream could guide
the stars to alignment