There’s a hole in my life
when you’re gone,
a disturbance in
the gravitational pull
without my sun.
It shows me
where I’m wrong,
where other
celestial bodies orbit
my misguided belief
that this moon or
that planet
ts hugged tighter
than they are.
It shows me
I am not the center
of my universe.
Rather I am Neptune
flung perilously far out
into space
praying for
somebody
to pass me by.
I am so lonely,
so lonely
without you.
