JENNY M GUERRIER

Gravity Has a new name

For the moment I first saw you, I was drone. A hollow shell drifting through crowded air, engines humming the same dull tone, afraid of rejection, I stayed quiet. Your presence cut the static clean. With just a smile, my heart stopped. The world tilted, every circuit shorted, and silence became something sacred. I tried to hold the distance, to keep my altitude safe and cold. But gravity has a new name now— and just one look, you pull me back. Down from the empty sky, into the sharp, living ground where fear still whispers, yet I keep falling toward your light.