You're everything I know.

You've grown by default

into the massive emptiness

that completes space to space.

I think about you like you're a room.

Days someone he whirls his finger

and you're a sphere through which I exist.

I'm always falling into you;

sometimes I wish I'd never met you.

Your particles are my clouds;

and your giggles and exhales,

days you exclaim are little dots;

and the universe is the space

between us.