Binary stars, forever spinning around each other. But now almost silent. Silent, but forever spinning around each other.
In orbit, we are forever falling, forever moving apart.
We fall, but we are pulled apart.
Without gravity, we would fly off into space along a straight line. With gravity we fall into each other. We are caught in a tug of war between these two states. Twin stars.
In each other’s light, never without the other, but still, so silent.
Lonely, but the other star is still here, still so present it burns a white radiance. It is impossible to see anything but the other. Everywhere the other.
In every face and in every street. In every step. In every room. In every book and every breath. In every word. Every fizzing atom.
Twin stars desperate to meet, to touch, to find each other again, to become one star.
A dance that goes on for eternity. But it must end. It must end soon. The dance must end. And the stars, eventually, collapse, either into themselves, or into each other’s arms.
I will hold out my arms.
I will catch you.