Pull

I've conducted some experiments,
and I've that found that I miss her like the waves miss the shore
like the moonlight misses the dark and like salmon miss home --
like a meteor when it doesn't miss the earth.

After looking at the data, I've come to the hypothesis
that we are all wood adrift, floating, beholden to a capricious ocean
like children who love roller coasters but are ignorant of gravity
like lightning ready to strike and incapable of not striking,
like magnets seducing each other to come closer, to collide.

I miss her according to the laws of nature.