VACA(Y) is MY title

Near the verge of falling apart,  words drawn from the tinge of emptiness, his voice breaks the silence and on through the static cords speak, “I’m sorry.”
Back, comes the onslaught, fragments strewn along like the pieces to varied puzzles. Bits, uncoordinated, dropped with the hope that an image will be made. The understanding’s already there. “Where are you? What? No! You tell me where you are! God damn it!” The voice is that of Lewis Banks. Middle aged, tone crumbled, voice saturated amongst a room filled with suits. His wife, alone, half lit by the snuck in sliver of  daylight. “Hello? Hello!? Please,” he cries.
“Disconnected. He hung up, sir,” a counselor waits for a few moments, the phone still clung to the older man’s ear, “we couldn’t get a lock on him. As far as we could get -the Nexus galaxy.” He keeps his sentences with brief pauses. “From there... he’s a body in space-”
“He’s my boy! He’s-” Lewis cracks back, “he’s,” shipping his tone, correcting it back to the feeling, with quiet sorrow, “he’s my boy.”
“Lewis,” she reaches out, the woman half lit, “Lewis. We will find him.” She embraces him, now in the same shade, looks on to his sore red eyes, “he’ll come back.” Her whispers mend with the coarse fabric of his shirt, the warmth of her breath filtering through on into the cold flesh at his chest. “When he’s ready, he’ll come home.”


THE NEXUS GALAXY
Alpha Third, wilderness planet(idk)


He leaps from the plank ascended over the hypnotic waters, taking away his longing, abolishing the senses of safety, the clinging to wants. The free fall reinstates the severity of decisions made. Let go to experience the cold nip of a lost wind full of thrown caution. Full of emotion he can hear the elements of “being” speak to him. “This is who you are,” calls motion. “This is who I am,” speaks the change. Destination. The past. Subtle, subliminal glances to the things that watch you pass. The sky. One last breath. Hit the surface. Collide.