Just Passing Through

I am a body

like a planet orbiting the sun,

I rely on light to nourish me,

scarred by the frequenting of interplanetary debris—

Enter

my Roche limit, I will tear you apart

make you part of me;

My gravity

tethering you,,

anchoring you,

yet holding you at a distance;

enduring an endless void

of contraction—

Shrinking,

Expanding,

in the spaces in-between,

the surrounding vastness, breathing—

I am a body,

orbiting my sorrow,

guided by the chaotic impulse,

Grief.