F = Gm1m2 / r2

It’s gravity, baby

and that’s how it started —
three whispered words
under the bleachers,
two bodies
thrown into orbit.

Almost as quickly,
those starburst nights
of lying thisclose
went supernova.

There’s a point
during free-fall,
a pause
to consider
whether to brace
or just to surrender –

for a heartbeat or two
it feels like you’re floating,
then the ground rushes up
to show you how endings
can sound like beginnings

but that’s
just gravity,
baby.

Ryan Stone

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21 thoughts on “F = Gm1m2 / r2

  1. THIS IS SPLENDID!!
    Loved your intelligent composition of poem. Just loved it. (Shake hands!) You neither get your hold off of the physics of it nor did you missed the romance of it; gravity. Absolute blend!
    🙂 ❤ :*

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