now, i’m no physicist but i believe the powers of gravity to lay far beyond the tides of the ocean and the pulls of the moon
if gravity in all its mighty magnetism chooses only to pull the earth how might one explain the karmatic lure that graces our love?
through the roughest of splits leaving the most jagged of edges scars ripped through perfection forever shattered by broken words
despite endless attempts at resolution and countless finales to our grand tale we always found our tears to be recurringly interrupted by the rustle of curtains being drawn open for an encore of what was presumed to be lost
who has drawn these continuously? consistently hoping in the face of doubt to whom might i extend thanks for becoming the self-appointed stagehand of our love?
why, it can be none other than the beloved universe that intertwined us from formation expending the very magic used to bind us to tear away our blindness and once again as if on cue reunite us