Our family constellation
orbited the
Son
And now we find
the son was a black hole.
We scurried around
hoping he was happy
trying to do the right thing
Trying to stay happy
trying to stay organized
trying to make our lives worth
living.
We orbited him,
wondering every day when he would
get home
would he grace us with a laugh or joke
or would there be
the booming of computer guns
and silence for us?
We said it was okay
when we did everything alone.
we said it was okay.
We said it was okay to orbit a black hole,
Until we fell in.
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