They defined potential energy as the kind possessed by a body by virtue of its position relative to others.
So if we took the gravity of our attraction, multiplied by with how far we fell and how much we mattered in each other's heart, could we then calculate the capacity of our possible future?
Should that be the case, then could I pick up samples of your burnt cigarette cities for examination while walking down the straight aisles of your rational mind?
Or would you like to participate in a scavenger hunt for my shards of emotion last seen in the bittersweet galleries full of old sculptures that hang from my every limb?
Could your aisles lead to my galleries? Would you lead me in a waltz to lift my weighted being? Should I pick apart the ashes to find the lingering thoughts you've burnt?
Hypothesis? We will never be the same. But I long for this mirrored perspective, when we'll be lovers, lovers at last.