Universes come and universes go. A steady cacophony of Big Bangs. Vast circles. Tiny circles. I have not been anywhere I had not been before. Most lives start with birth, mine with her. She was the gravity that had the tug on me, always nudged me back into orbit. If the moon left it’s orbit, it would fly off into the coldness of space, never to return. Every urge to drift off corrected by her. She was his star. All my life’s indeed a circular path and I must travel through many dark miles before the light creeps back in. She is my light. No matter how far the drift, I can’t help but complete the circle, back to her. Shall will give it another whirl? Do we have a choice? Nothing escapes gravity. Not even me.