Do aliens get broken hearts?
Do they wallow?
Walking through the halls
of the flying saucers with
their heads hung low.
Counting the tiles and
wondering where she was.
Do they yearn?
Write long winded love letters
and put them in empty beer bottles
that they throw into
collapsing black holes
Stare out the windows
of the spaceship
forlornly at the stars.
Counting their tear drops in light years and
remembering when they were young
and the sun was still
a beacon of hope.