The night

coming through the open window
of my dirty apartment
it was your voice that I heard
luring me to go outside
to catch a breath
while you smoked a cigarette
staring at the stars
and wondered:
was it worth it?
were we worth it?
the truth — nobody knows.
just like you appeared to me
as an urban mirage
you vanished in the night
and I came back inside
full of your questions
empty of my answers.
like I did so many times before
I gravitated towards our bed:
a planet attracted to its sun.
the shape of your body
was my milky way