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-Iím
always right.
when youíre not there Iím
free falling through spacetime,
weightless stringless and then your IM,
gravity kicks in
Iím accelerating,
running into you.
and suddenly itís
youyouyou
no longer me-then-you or us-together
and Iím lost
in relativity
in your laughter
evaporating
with your shrinking back.

(c) 1998-2003 Rachel Rossos.