The girl loved the boy, in a way, but she was otherworldly
She was the kind of effortlessly beautiful that wouldn't do to be ignored -
It was as if the whole world leaned in to her orbit, drawn to her light.
Still, hers was the only gravity to ever bend the queer out of the boy's body,
To touch her was to float outside of time, amongst bated breath and flashing lives.
Einstein's theory of relativity:
Distorted space and time influence the way that material objects or light move.
It's remarkable the things we do to stay close to the ones we choose.
And so the boy was grateful to become her moon,
To reflect every bit of his bright
To light her nights
To gift her his soft glow
To pull the tides from her thighs
And disappear behind blue skies in the wake of her morning sunlight.
Einstein's theory of relativity:
Time and length are not as absolute as everyday experience would suggest
Moving clocks run slower,
Moving objects are shorter
Four years later, they lie on opposite sides of the same city, what was left of their "them" long ago shattered and swept away.
Yet in a way, the boy still loves the girl
The boy lies awake at night
His eyes shining green in the darkness
His phone screen glowing next to him
He has deleted her contact but knows the number on sight.
Somehow, he has drifted back to her.
This time, his heart beat is steady, his breathing measured and slow
What once gave him butterflies has become all too familiar.
The boy pauses to wonder how long this moment might last.
His thumb hovers over the green circle that will bring her to him.
Missed Call.
He belongs to himself now.