in the vaccuum

she said goodbye,

again,

and when she said goodbye

it felt forever,

but for three nights running

she’s been visiting me.

nothing sexual,

nothing physically intimate,

but we looked over our coffees,

then over our wine,

then lay together in grass,

touching heads,

and we talked.

i’ve awoken more lonely

each morning

wanting to tell her i love her

that she’s always in my

grey matter

that my orbit is more distant

but my orbit is intact.