For so long I sat here
Wondering how it felt
To once be the planet
As opposed to the moon.
I saw other planets,
With gravity enough
To hold a moon or more.
Then came a comet; you.
When you were pulled away,
I had hoped you would once
Orbit back to me-
But shooting stars don’t return.
Since then I have been hit
Off course by empty flings.
Now I find my course leading
Straight toward life sustained.
An atmosphere of beau
As life and death both find
A balance in the end,
So too shall love and lust.
Until I reach closure
In orbit or passing,
I’ll keep floating between
The abyss and the stars.
No longer do I wait
For your return- I won’t.
I must believe my trek
Has its own gravity.
