The Edge of Outer Space

I left my consciousness in the sixth dimension,

as I fell ceaselessly over the edge of outer space,

fingers untied,

strings broken,

connections disintegrated,

with the only thing I could be aware of was how small I really was.

Compared to him, compared to earth, compared to the entirety of the universe that held me.

A spec of dust on a spec of dust.

And I was happy there, while I was falling,

Because for the first time it wasn't for anyone,

Including gravity.

So I floated on, as my consciousness floated in the direction opposite of mine,

We reached our hands out to each other hoping for one last touch,

Until the room went dark.