It’s gaping, obvious
Growing
A black hole
An ever-increasing
Expanse

I am here and you are there
Floating further away
Increasing the space between us
A gravitational pull in opposite directions
Until we’re tiny specks to each other
Over miles of emptiness

It’s gaping, obvious
A black hole.
And we hope
The tiny threads that still bind us together will hold strong
That the earth will tilt
The pull will shift
That we’ll somehow manage to find ourselves again
The Grand Canyon sized crater between us
Will reduce
Until the distance is no more