Seneca Christie orbits

[orbits]

Seneca Christie

our hearts beat off rhythm, like the soft pitter-patter of rainstorms on different sides of town.

we sit in your car and let the words coil in our ribs. ready to attack when the time comes.

i breathe slow, little pauses to ease my worry and ignite yours. unspoken words ricochet off the windshield, we knew this was coming, it kissed us on the forehead each morning.

we orbit the same space but not each other, planets casting themselves into different parts of the very same galaxy.

for weeks you moved further and further away

until little glances across the kitchen counter and soft moments before we fell asleep were no longer strong enough to keep our orbits in sync.

we learned to live without each other and created a new home. half of the galaxy with little stars and comets and moons of our very own.

so as we sit here, there is nothing to be said we are just people who grew apart while sleeping in the same bed.