My heart is a planet in motion
turning slow on itself in the void
every evening the freeze of the dark
each morning a thaw in the dawning
the revolution measuring my day
I am held in transit by your attraction
racing at the memory of your approach
laboring under the strain of your absence
each affecting the distant other
(if only by a tiny wobble)
the cycle measuring my year
we are distinct by definition
and yet inseparable by nature
like the convex and concave
that describe my circle’s circumference
I am not complete without you
and something greater together.
