Gravity, relentless.
Remorselessly, grief grows
gnawing, drawing downward,
delving deeper into
Desolation and darkness and despair.

Coincidence? Blessing?
Our lives convened and coalesced
at the intersection of “Love” and “Luck”,
kicking us into a compact, stationary
orbit. Falling sideways, falling for
each other feels subtly different
from spiralling inwards.

We circled a silent sun,
spending two lifetimes that
concentrated us together, two
crystals sublimating out of a sea
swathed in sense and sensuality.

Stable orbits don’t exist, they
eventually decay, entropy overtakes
everything, Life lasts only
until death.

The event horizon
hovers, permanently present.
Arrival arrested, time distends,
dilated.

We still approach.


                                 10 June 2024