einstein said gravity bends time.
but so does grief.

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in some galaxies,
light arrives redshifted.
meaning: the stars are running away.
meaning: the further they go, the softer they look.
meaning: if you love someone long enough,
their memory will turn pink.

is that healing?
or just cosmic forgetting?

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the universe began in a bang,
so maybe love must end in a whimper.

maybe entropy is just the word
for how we get tired of each other.

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you know how some particles
exist in two places at once?

that's how I feel when you look at me.
like I’m here,
and also wherever you are.
both collapsing and infinite.
both body and waveform.

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i wonder if our hearts
are just poorly timed supernovas.
maybe that's the point:
not to last forever,
but to be witnessed,
once,
by something
that understood the heat.

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time doesn’t heal,
it just teaches you how to archive.

how to rename the ache
so it sounds like nostalgia.

how to label the ruins as tenderness

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still,
i keep walking back to where we began.
as if the timeline might rupture,
and let me fall through
into a version

- where we didn’t come undone