Banjul…We Are Very Far Apart

I’m at the margin of your universe.
In fact, I’m banished past the boundaries of
It, out in outer darkness. I am worse
Than lines sans meaning, meter, rhyme or love,
So far as your concerned. The galaxy
That forms the center of your cosmos has
A gravity that forces you and me
Apart. It pulls you harshly inward as
It pushes me away. I see the light
You generate with busy-ness and work
But glimpse the person that is you as slight
And distant pulses only.  Please don’t shirk
Your duties just for me. I’m just a speck
Of rock beyond your realm, a mote of dreck.