Orbiting Lost

The universe is circling Orion.
I try to force it back, reset the stars;
my fingers fade like sunsets,
and everything I touch slips right through.

I go east, away from you,
then west, to get to you,
but if I walk away, I find you,
and if I walk toward you, I end up far away.
East and west trade places and I am caught
off guard every time.

So here I live, splitting moons,
separating hemispheres and sidestepping tides,
dreaming of an empty sky,
hoping someday to escape this gravity and
find a world with a road --
any road --
that doesn't start or end with you;
any road
that I don't have to walk alone.