Prostrate and paralyzed
I am as heavy as a planet
But motionless
I know I should turn on my axis
I know I should revolve around a centrifugal blaze
But he is gone
And I am in darkness
Without the purpose I've lost
I am plumetting
Or am I still?
It amounts to the same thing
Without the familiar light
Drawing me near
I am on pause
Waiting for the light to return
Afraid
Because to move on my own
A singular independent
Unobserved motion in the dark
Is to accept
That he is not coming back
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not sure about this one
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