in the empty space between stars
you have a hero
whose name I forgot
one without substance
without sway
without thought

it slept on the floor
of your hospital room
hammered the clock
and gathered the broom

in the heat of the evening
it will evaporate
it will take its warmth home
to the nothing of space
where it tries not to envy
your love for the sun
and finds itself lost
when the storm is done