We are just two stars
among infinite galaxies wide
(not ordinary – celestial, maybe.)
and I will follow you wherever you roam.
The brain and the heart, together tied.
And, when I see the liquid moonlight
glistening in your cold eyes,
(so distant and yet so familiar)
I cannot help but believe that
your talk of antipathy is lies.
But, however, time does render fools
for it is only the disillusioned
(or, perhaps, the naive)
who refuse to exist
in a state of perpetual attachment.
And, now I see without a doubt
that gravity is flawed.
(a revelation, though too late)
There’s some absolute absurdity
in fundamental attraction.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.