Orbital Onslaught

A Poem

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how i craved pieces of someone
to have and to hold
like a vow

but i’ve grown up now
and i realize it’s a miracle
when any two magnets meet

he could be wonderful,
she could be grand,
but perhaps
they just don’t click
in place

and maybe i lost myself
in the orbit of you
one too many times

and maybe i lost myself
in the haze of what
you might mean

i could be everything,
you could be nothing,
but i still think
we might have
met in the middle

how i longed for someone
who could untie
all my threads

but i’m older now
and i’m still finding my way
and trying to untangle all my knots

you could have been a star,
i could have been a black hole,
and the galaxy
could have died around us —
but we were not…