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It's a difficult thing, gravity.
to hug you is to hold you in time and place
to fix a single point across galaxies of space
and i draw a distinction: here's always, there's forever
there's every day, and there's letting go - never
holding on, and on, and on, and on
a rarity of safety, until the moment's gone
more than just a distraction, at bay my endeavors
we try to make a point of extra time, whenever
no separation, no departure
some confusion, until my heart's sure
one state of anchor, one outlet to ground
one central axis we orbit around
and knowing when i make it to the great beyond
you'll be there and waiting, a long while on
i can see a fond shape so lovely and dear
to you, my friend, i'll always stay near