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The Gravity Of the Situation
You are the centre of my gravity well.
The object of mass,
Whose attraction I can never escape.
I will follow my orbit, ever in your wake.
No matter how far apart we become,
The unrelenting force pulls me back,
To rush, as a comet, to be near you,
If only as a spark in your night’s sky.
There follows the sad return,
The deep dark wastes of space.
A distant aphelion of frozen desolation,
And once more, the rush to warmth and light.
This process will end,
The hoped for wrinkle of fate:
A ripple in the well,
Chanced collision,
Will find me careering
To the fires of your heart.
Where we will combine,
One mass,
For all of time.
