After Babel

if this is the happiest time
of life, why do I feel
nothing at all
there is an emptiness to skies
where stars should be shining
brighter inside
I am more than this
so quit bringing it up
every time, why did I
even tell them at all?
dodging congratulations
strangers cannot substitute
acquaintances were not meant
to be intimate
those I miss the most
are light years away
I can see them glowing
beyond the horizon

on gleaming towers
of life's buildings blocks
we've stacked high
could not find ourselves
as they crumble
and stars begin to fall
they were cold lights after all
lonely as you and I
we were buried all along
could not escape by running
but if we take long walks
reminding ourselves to breathe
capturing the days
gently in cat's cradles
your pinky in mine
then we will find
a refuge in the mundane