I Guess I'll Just Cherish The Scar Poem by Mark Heathcote

Ah, errant-star, how distant you are
how far we have travelled to collide
collisions like these are few and far.
So why, love is it, you're unmodified?

Shouldn't my sphere be circling your planet?
Like it was at the start, on fire.
Why's it now your heart's core is cold granite?
Why's it jagged rock, my once sweet briar?

Shouldn't my oceans, my moon be evaporating?
Shouldn't it be liquid mercury expanding?
Why's my hearts flask still emanating
counting the years apart, notwithstanding:

Wish we-were closer, my errant star
now we've untangled this relativity;
I guess I'll-just-cherish the scar
remember its radioactivity.