Atomic Butterflies

It is possible to have too much of something good
because I had all of you
all at once
and now my thoughts are in the stars-
and shimmery
and halfway gone

I inhaled in every sentence you spilled
and sighed my replies incoherently
and light
Now without your crooked love
I am left here-
my insides firing the deepest of reds
my atoms are comets destined opposite of you

You can have too much of a good thing
I know
because you left me-
in your endless atmosphere