Dispatch 391.12.42 - Centauri

Midday Dispatch 1242 Gravity Doesn’t Ask Permission

I didn’t mean to fall in love with you.
I was just watching the way your hands moved.
The way your voice carried calm like a weather pattern.

I wasn’t looking for gravity.
But gravity never asks.
It just pulls.
And before I knew it,
I was orbiting something I couldn’t name
without breaking into pieces.

I still haven’t stopped falling.