Rogue Planet

My life was drawn to your clay

An ever widening circle we danced

Close at first, to the sphere-music

That brought us together.

Now I have become your satellite, a pale, pocked admirer

Regarding from afar.

                                                                                I set course to make our place in the stars.

Your jewel-blue eyes

Are veiled in dust, their depths disguised by distance.

My circle widens, as I bring the universe into

My journey’s circumference

No longer fits within your arm’s reach.

I have sent myself searching into cold in-betweens.

                                                                                “What are you doing out here little moon?”

My calculations have sent me years beyond your

Jealous grasp of gravity. It isn’t the only

Force out here that directs my course.

This is something harder than rocket science.

A faltering step, a cosmic wobble

And I’ll either crash into your surface

Or fling myself away.

                                                                                Do I even orbit you anymore?

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