So long as the coffee machine breaks and your love spills hot across the counter I’ll leave the mess there. So long as you come back at the end of the day, the rest goes blind. The rest goes deaf. Twenty-four hours left, and I’d still choose you. Tiny arms. No hesitation. Our hearts don’t fall. They circle each other. Two small planets in a quiet gravity, never colliding, never drifting apart. Burning slow in the same pull, catching light only when we pass close. So long as the world keeps rotating, our love keeps orbiting the heart.