Reforget.

Scientists are still not sure whether dark energy exists, 

or what role it plays in the universe, 

but whenever you and I went stargazing at midnight 

there was nothing surer than the way those constellations danced across the sky like lovers, 

joining hands, and how we laid on the grass beneath them, 

or sometimes made love on a picnic blanket until one by one, 

every star burned out. 

But now I find myself leaving you voicemails a little less frequently, 

and usually now when I Skype it’s to talk with my sister or brother, 

and sometimes I wonder what the inside of your apartment looks like now, 

since it’s been so long since I last saw it, 

or whether you have some other girl 

who knows you as well as I used to.

Stop claiming territory as if you were ever entitled to any.