Weightlessness.

Orbital flight.

Big. Bang. Reversed.

Universe and sanity implode.

Silently.

Sleeplessness.

Dark void.

Hearts in turmoil.

Galaxies and hormones explode.

Violently.

In the aftermath; boys/girls with heads bowed, staring down as shards of soul slip through their fingers and pour into the concrete cracks below.

A/N: My submission for Poets Pub's annual "Biggest Competition Ever" Week 6 prompt;  Write a poem about falling in love for the first time. 12 lines or less, any style, any form.