atomic

as the dust settled, I reached back for another cliché

she said, “Everything happens for a reason,”
and I gestured at
the state of everything
in the universe
the moment before
and chose a star as a sign

a second hand somewhere
swept gracelessly past
crunching a constellation of points
beyond which reversal is impossible

we knew

she seriously said, “Seriously, dude,”
and walked outwardly crying

none of us needed to host
the parting of ways

//ends