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The Relationship of Space 2

Eric Obame

Something is holding the universe together
Something that cannot be seen
Something is making the galaxies spin faster than they should be

Something is holding us together
Something that cannot be seen
Something is making you stay with me
But you are more distant and silent than you should be

Measured, what is around us is not enough to justify
The speed of rotation of the Milky Way
The amount of mass from gas and stars is insufficient
To make all the matter in a galaxy spin as one
Even in the dark parts where there are not any stars
Hydrogen gas moves as fast as everything else
Something else must be keeping the galaxies together
Like a bubble around them—a bubble of something
Something that is everywhere but cannot be seen
Except in how light bends around it
Something that cannot be detected by any of our instruments
Some matter not made of atoms like us and everything else in our existence
Something dark that is atom-less, but that has mass

What matters to us is not enough it seems to hold our relationship
In bed, there is coldness where there was warmth
A silence that used to be filled with words
A tired distance where we used to bond
In the living room, the silence seems substituted by forced conversation
Like communication between each other is a chore
I feel tension, like we have both pulled springs
And we are waiting to release them on each other
Or are we simply waiting to be released from each other
Waiting for something to free us
I have thoughts that we are living in a surface world of theatre and deception
While in the underworld below our habitual play-acting
Lies the truth of our emotions that we buried
Along with all the words to each other that we leave unsaid
When we are out, my eyes wander I will admit
My mind wanders to other things, even when you are talking
When we are out, I feel your eyes wander
When we talk, I hear your mind wander
Those little sounds you make to feign attention are a dead giveaway
I make them too
When we are out, I see your eyes wander to attractive passerby
I feel your mind wonder how this one would feel
Sometimes you try to hide it, but I catch it
If I mention it, you say I am imagining things
If you mention it, I deny it
Going out feels like a routine, instead of a strengthening of our relationship
This is not how we used to be—how I remember us being when we first tied
Something must be keeping us together now
Something that cannot be seen
Like an invisible bubble around us that holds us as a couple and traps us
Something that cannot be detected by any of our infrequent love-making
Some dark matter that we both fear to bring to light
Something that if mentioned might lead to an actual conversation
About ending us

Something is making the galaxies spin away from each other
With ever increasing speed
Something is making the universe expand faster and faster
When logically the spread should be slowing
Even crunching through the attraction of gravity
The Big Bang, which was neither big nor a bang
Which was silent, and which started from an unimaginably dense small point
An incredibly hot and dense small point
Occurred nearly fourteen billion years ago
The momentum from that explosion should be slowing down, but it is not
The energy from that blast should be fading, but it is not
Something is spacing out the universe ever faster
Something that cannot be seen
Some dark energy that cannot be detected by any of our instruments
Just from counting stars, we know that ordinary matter only makes up
About four percent of the universe
In the standard model, dark matter fills up twenty–one percent
While dark energy governs the last seventy-five
While some dark energy controls the rest, and thus most of the cosmos
A dark force that states that once the whole is broken, it cannot be reformed
Some force that has declared that although we were once together and united
Now we should be singles—isolated from each other—independent—free
We should abandon what we had, for who we were joined is no more
Some dark energy that scatters the galaxies
That will expand space until, a googol years from now
Everything will be half a universe away from everything else
The galaxies will be separated by unbridgeable gaps of emptiness
Cut-off and lonely, their stars will have burned out
And the will—the energy will not be there to light up more
The galaxies—our cosmos will die black, fat, and alone
Something is spacing out the universe ever faster
Something that cannot be seen
Something is making the galaxies spin away from each other
Faster than they should be—although they should not be
Some dark energy that long ago—some time ago fought gravity and won
And which now governs our universe

Something is creating distance between us
Something that cannot be seen
Or something we crossed paths with a long time ago, and ignored
Overlooked as nothing, but then it grew into something
Sometimes, I feel alone while we are together
Recently, that feeling has only gotten stronger and more popular
Days pass when I cannot remember what we had in common
The connection I felt to you—I feel for you is all but gone
The memories of who we were are like invisible hands holding us together
Making us a couple
The good times we experienced are the walls keeping us boxed in as a pair
It appears that we have reached the end, but can we start again?
Something is pushing us—has pushed us away from each other
Something that cannot be seen—something we missed
Some dark energy that we dare not mention in any of our conversations
As if truth was a frightening thing
A dark force that states that once the whole is broken, it cannot be reformed
Some force that has declared that although we were once together and united
Now we should be singles—isolated from each other
We should abandon what we had, for who we were joined is no more
Some dark energy that long ago fought our gravity and won
And which now governs our home
But do I want to let go?

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