The distance 'tween you and the world
couldn't be more stark.
You are color and heat; all else is
cold and dark.
Being alone in the vacuuum? It was
debilitating.
The world and our embrace, though?
Both are suffocating.
My lungs gasp hollow without you, and
viscous with you around.
My senses all know nothing but your
closeness and the ground.
I traded all the world for you; lost
gravity in the barter.
Untethered to all but you, there's
naught to do but cling harder.
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