I used to think love was like binary stars,
forever stuck orbiting each other
until they’re destroyed by their gravity, no longer far.
Or whatever the science says, something or another.

But you feel so far away
a distant system.
I’m not even a star like you, shining always.
I’m a barren planet in the outer rim,

stuck in icy cold lightyears from you,
doomed to orbit.
Never too close, because you’d feel it too,
the bitter chill that won’t quit.