I have not seen you in twenty-five years,
But the force of possibility,
Of what we never became,
Still catches me off guard.

Even now, I think of your face,
And my gut hollows.
Natural laws govern this universe,
And I believed that I lacked
The force of a singularity
To influence the balanced cosmic ballet.
How could gravity ever allow us to fall together
In a universe so rigid?

The memory dissolves, and the unreachable past
Fades in the tender pull of the tangible present.