rogue planet

 lost my orbit
 or never had one

 the fire i used to drink
 and the sea i used to crash into
 no longer there

 wondered whether any of it
 silly words
 tears false hope
 petrified despair
 the longest summer nights
 when the horizon tilts just so
 circuitous assurances
 of pride and care

 was real
 and space and memory
 are so perplexing
 at high resolution

 but the emptiest trajectory
 is still propelled by gravity
 grief is the most ordinary feeling
 and there are billions like me