A marionette

A marionette,
Held aloft and
Pulled along.

I never realized how many cords
Tied me to the will
Of others until
I learned to get creative
With scissors.

Little did I realize, you
Have been
A puppet, too.

The stars and galaxies have
Been dancing us away into time
And space
My love.

Once we danced together
A string, long beyond
Imagining, knotted at
Our hearts.

But two galaxies dancing
In opposite directions
Pull
Fast
And hard.

The slack disappears
But my tongue can’t bear to
Contort itself into the
Shapes that annunciate
‘Farewell’.

So have my
Tongue
As a parting gift.
Let’s dance one last
Time.