Midnight-Twenty

I don't recall specifics. It's more a philosophy of empty space,

a place you once were.

Your absence is a lack that my mind can't unwrap itself from. It notices you gone

and wonders why.

No, it does not think so clearly -- it is a question of physics, a matter of gravity.

I am pulled to where we once were.

Forget moth to flame, this is earth to sun, moon calling to the tide, "Rise," and so it complies,

a matter of law,

of habit.