Orbits
Lipstick was the taste in my mouth.
Tasting it before I woke, sweet with thought,
then got up with my friend, headache.
She was gone.
Truth is she was gone before I met her.
Aches will return, she will not.
Years ago our lives circled the same sun
Her body, is the only object circling in my head
We dreamed, we loved, we fought, we made up, we made love.
Two dream moons circling the future.
Our orbits shifted over the years
Now I’m empty as the bottles in my room.
A chance encounter last night
Through music loud like a sonic boom
Her sight pulled me, as black holes do
No need to tell
No job
No goal
Just revolving around a sun
Last night she understood, she knew.
I reminded her of my potential left undone.
She reminded me of everything I did not become.
Our orbits now are wider.
Our only future, a possible eclipse
Our night.
Our encounter.
Our orbital collision.
Shook me like no other bang.
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