it is not my split ends, not all my ruined dinner attempts
not the things I have burned in my life
it is not what you told me with your knees pressed together
not your unsent letters, nor your broken tooth
it is not what cracked your heart, not who bit mine
not the jagged bits of fingernail you left behind in my bed
nor the thousandth crumpled tissue I tossed into your trash can
I don't know what it is, but there is something
keeping the both of us in orbit, hips swinging around each other
keeping the porch lights on all night so I can see your freckles clearly
when the cool front comes, and we sit outside until 4 AM
call it gravity or electrical wiring, but
by now it is not our darkness holding us together
so perhaps it is our light
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