a million miles away
as we always have been.
If we were planets, he'd be Mercury.
Burning wrath, boiling over.
Dense, quick to anger
with a silver tongue like sharpened iron.
Extreme; scorched, then frozen.
Unfiltered, weaponized.
If we were planets, I'd be Saturn.
Distant, protected by stony, icy barriers.
Rings like boundaries I learned the hard way.
Frigid and disconnected.
A cold outer circuit, an internal airy nature
Orbiting too far from the warmth to feel,
with no surface to stand on.
The stonewall of my exterior would never succumb to your blazing ego.
You, burning at the edge of the sun.
Me, suspended in the far cold.
the distance between
immediacy and restraint.
We were never made to meet in the middle.