Reciprocating gravity

"Reciprocating gravity"

by paolo macariola

i held her

the same way

a child would hold his mother

so as not to be

frightened

by fireworks,

she was days my senior.

for me she was the ocean

where all of my

unhampered emotions

flowed.

her voice, the gong of stars.

i knew i loved her

after the earths gravity

pulled my body

not knowing

if she could ever love me back

she held me

the same way

i held on to my mother

whenever i grow scared

of fireworks,

she was years my junior.

for her i was the ocean

that gave meaning to the sun.

my arms, the sky that cradled her stars

i knew she loved me

after she stood ground

in the shadow of an eclipse

but the earths gravity pulled my body

and somehow i knew

how i could never love her back