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Free Falling Couple
There’s a shudder, a lurch
a snap at the parting
of a frayed umbilical
and we’re floating in free fall
looking down or up at each other’s
previously hidden predictions,
like balls in a lotto storm
we don’t know whether
to scream or whoop
joke about how long it would take
for an unleashed astronaut
to drift away
in vanishing smallness
or for an asteroid to crash
into a helpless planet
the two of us
contemplating the balance
of our forevers
apart
galaxies away from here, spots
in a smudged glass eyepiece
of an alien telescope
or a shared nightmare of
a trench in the ocean’s depths
containing the bones
of our failed relationship
whitening in a common grave
© Johnmichael Simon
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