Threads of Gravity

You pull me
into your orbit
where others
float around you,
wondering when
you might notice.
I am nothing
but debris
trapped in your design
and your gravity
is keeping me down.
And that’s fine.
Perhaps perfect
since all I am
is pieces
of what you made me.
My skin is stitched
from memories
of when
you touched me,
smiled at me,
loved me.
And the thread
is wearing thin
yet it tethers me
to this picture
of a life
where tethers are good
and our ties
are stronger
than the gravity
of the loss
that we can’t recognize.

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