When The Sun Goes Out Poem by Maya Hanson

The cool air
between him and me
makes my fingertips shiver
with the weight of a world,
the sun in the sky
is never warm enough

and the sparks
between them
are so visible
I shield my eyes.

Don’t mind me,
just keep on living
your beautiful reality,
the skewed system
with you and her
king and queen of the world.

But of course
I don’t tell him.
They’re each half a star…
coming together
illuminates the world,
reaches a hand inside me
and twists until I’m more alive
than I’ve ever been
and I can’t help
but love her too.

Plato’s split-aparts,
her arm
intertwined with his
as they dream of a world
where everyone
is as electric
as them.

She’s a chink
in the armor,
the electric fence
he doesn’t let me through

Please,
if nothing else,
if I have to disappear,
kiss her so hard
she goes blind,
empty space
filling with exploding stars
and a song so beautiful
she becomes the music.

But of course
I don’t tell him.

He loves girls like her,
who glow so brightly
they make the sun go out.