5933 Motion is relative

Motion is relative 

To the observer.

That is why, when you move away 

From the epicenter of my feelings,

Like an echo of the Doppler effect

Nostalgia reaches me

Wrapped in the absent warmth 

Of your gaze.

Motion is relative 

To the observer.

Now I do not know if your days 

And mine

Can once again orbit 

The same center.

Motion is relative 

To the observer.

That is why I wonder

If our velocities 

Could synchronize once more,

If your eyes and mine

Would curve 

Their trajectories again

Until they meet

In the comfort 

Of the same horizon.

While everything spins, 

Expands, 

Or drifts away,

I remain

Like a pillar of salt

Watching 

My prairies burn.

Something as ordinary 

As loving you

Has become 

A knot in my throat,

A tangled 

Net

In the magnetic 

Field 

Of my plexus.