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.

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