gravity

Hello, my friends!

Being the jaded New Englanders we are, my wife, my daughters, and I have always had a bit of snarky contempt for the ubiquitous idiom “I love you to the moon and back.”

No offense directly intended to anyone enamored with its hyperbolic chidren’s book sentiment. Just not a fan myself.

I absolutely understand that some of you probably adore the phrase… maybe even have some deep sentimental value to it… great.

That’s the beauty of opinions… isn’t it? My grandpa famously (and indelicately) said, “Opinions are like assholes. Everybody has one.” 🤣

This poem was simply having fun poking at this “moon & back” saying… then extending the expression to its disastrous extreme. Hope you enjoy the tragic farce.

Please let me know your thoughts in the Comments Section below.

-PS Conway ☘ ☘ ☘

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gravity

you loved me

to the moon and back

or so you claimed

so we made our home

high in the night sky

on a lunar plain

where love was our oxygen

our souls felt no pain

and our food-starved bodies

fed off each other

a hunger uncontained

but love is never enough

isn’t that right, my love?

the enormity of gravity

will have its way

our passion could never sustain

the tug of mortality

the aching need to be more

starving enough in ways

that the fantasy fades

and we succumb

to the pull of gravity

fall separately

back to earth