What Drove You In, What Keeps You There

Remember that conversation
about a void, the stars,
another dream? Only last week,
far from the cavern
you’re stuck in now.
Consider constellations
as chill embraces you
like a long-dead lover’s arms.
Scratch them on the walls
sufficiently cryptically
for posterity to wonder
what caused that collision,
so much heat, such bright nights.

For Corey’s prompt to the Real Toads: THE CAVERN OF MY THOUGHTS