Inexplicable. That is what I say
when you tell me

and all I can do is shrug
and count:

How this is one more thing
that separates us

How you would kiss me goodnight
and I would pull back

How you stood wishing the boys
would come to you

not out of duty, however
precisely placed

Even one hard command
changes everything

I stop myself in this rant

because you are alone
as am I

awkwardly spinning through space
unexpected in every sense

And in our irregular orbits
we await a chance to cross

at last as night turns
blacker black

and perhaps we will soon decry
that our crooked ways

did not braid together
more often

in all the time on earth
that rambled round us