A Planet

I seem to have written a poem. I’m not sure what to think of it, seeing as it’s been about a decade since I last wrote poetry. I want to like it, but I’m so out of practice with writing that I am tentative. It’s short, which works in its favor, but the device is extremely hackneyed and overused.
I do not care. I’m just happy that I wrote something tonight.

A Planet
You are an asteroid, a moon, a part of me
In orbit.
Perturbations occur; the planes will shift
This way or that.
If I hold you tight, there will be drag, decay,
Then terminal velocity.
If I let you go, out you will spiral, a part of me,
An interrupted orbit.


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