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.