T.A.

oh-I-love-you oh-I-hate
and sweet and argument and
laughter
at me.
always at me.
or so it seems anyway,
with your grin-I-win-I’m
always right.
when you’re not there I’m
free falling through spacetime,
weightless stringless and then your IM,
gravity kicks in
I’m accelerating,
running into you.
and suddenly it’s
youyouyou
no longer me-then-you or us-together
and I’m lost
in relativity
in your laughter
evaporating
with your shrinking back.