Ounces and Echoes

There is the voice that asks,
"What are you thinking? " again,
Thrown back across space
For whichever living heart
Reaches the end of this decade.

How many ounces of aching
At this free-fall velocity
Can I withstand?
That's what I've been thinking.

You've been loving me and losing me.
What force,
What great truths
Can there be
Since you loved me and lost me
When the universe blinked?

There's an echo that asks,
"What have you forgotten again?"
It pulls me against
My will to believe in love
With no beginning nor end.

How many ounces of aching
With this non-stop anxiety
Can I withstand?
That's what I've forgotten.

You were loving me and losing me.
This force,
These great truths are free:
You loved me.
You lost me.
The universe doesn't blink.