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