Dust in Going

The night sky fell away
and revealed nothing
from its cold light,
but this ash, unending.
I know your pain
rises from the earth,
a bridge
between universes.
My heart will not lose you,
even as these stars,
stones, planets
ripple, reaching,
waves of nothing.

Meg Smith is a poet, writer, journalist, dancer and events producer living in Lowell, Mass. Her poems have appeared in The Cafe Review, Pudding, Poetry Bay,The Horror Zine, Silver Blade, Raven Cage, The Blue Hour Anthology, and many more.

Her short fiction collection The Plague Confessor is available at her online store! megsmithwriter.com

Her most recent poetry books, Pretty Green Thorns, Night's Island, This Scarlet Dancing and Dear Deepest Ghost, are available on Amazon.

Find more by Meg Smith in the Author Index.