Space Travel 

there’s no gravity around u
I am loose threads and concern 
floating in your wake 
everything weightless when u speak 
a song  
echoing deserted corridors 

something’s wrong 
can taste it in the air
yet nothing phases u
like you’ve read the last page of our lives already 

the stars watch 
as everything breaks apart 
money and promise reborn as wreckage  
but I been filling them long nights 
with thoughts 
like maybe this is a heaven 
knowing your fate so certain 
and to be adored 
even for a breath 
as close to god 
as any sane person gets  

sharing the last of our oxygen 
we drift out together 
beyond the imaginations and dreams 
of everyone we ever loved 

Dominic Hoey

Dominic Hoey is a poet and novelist trying to write love poems in late stage capitalism.