First, you became my world.
The whole universe pressed into the size and shape of you.
Your gravity grew and I fell into your orbit.
Birch branches became your arms dancing like a dryad in the breeze,
Your soft leaves soothing me
Every breeze became your breath,
The air that inspired me,
The warm inhale of you that became me.
You became time.
The stream of seconds between each Wednesday after work.
Entire weekends just watching each other's' hands move around and over each other
Impossible hours-long phone calls.
The mystery of all things became manifested in you.
Your eyes, deep soul
Your smile, light
Your body and its movements, magic
Your words, music
Then you became phone-sized,
Carried with me
The heaviness of that world in my pocket.
Its gravity pulled me.
The compression burned hot, with no fusion to push out against the increasing dark density.
The chime that used to mark sacred space around us became icy silence in the vacuum.
I silenced the world.
The switch is red.
Now it rests somewhere under my ruffled blankets.
Its increased distance decreasing the constant attraction
Far from me, but not forgotten.
Resting in the center of my Self, I am free to flow in the emptiness of silent space,
Away from the gravity of a you-sized world.