it's bizarre, this influence you have over me
even though we're miles away:
celestial bodies orbiting each other
following unseen rules
inexplicable to anybody else
but making perfect sense for us,
guiding our chaotic push and pull.
it's not even weird anymore
how you're there
without me calling you out loud:
two halfs of the same whole
lucky enough to find each other
in an universe of mismatched parts.
useless to say but:
slap me back to reality
if I ever take it for granted.