the sadness is infinite—
yet the orbit holds us gently, fiercely,
swinging recklessly close to the sun,
where love burns,
until gravity relents,
and we tumble again
into a silence vast enough
to swallow lifetimes whole.

we miss our cues,
stumble through the choreography,
yet still i feel your pull—
an invisible thread stitched
through bone, marrow, breath,
all the quiet places
i could never reach alone.
you never left; you never leave.

manifest it; we'll soon dine again,
a picnic on the dark side of the moon—
wine drunk from longing,
defiant of time, fate,
and everything poets thought they knew.

i will find you, my love.
we'll arc again through the heavens,
scattering seeds of song
until flowers bloom
where loneliness once lived,
until we’re hurled, breathless,
back toward the sun—
each drop of sweat
a bead of forgiveness,
each tear a faithful nod
to the stubborn, frightened lovers
we've always been.

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It was always you.