Astronomy

I wake alone now
in the starry early hours
to deliberately muted
Debussy or Chopin
on all-night radio
instead of the rhythm
of your breath.

There's so much
I regret about
our unsatisfactory ending
yet
I wouldn't exchange
this clinical loneliness
for what we had
two misaligned orbits
decaying
into random anger
chaos
and
entropy
before reaching
the final comfort
of your
soft regular breath
next to me
after all else
was exhausted.