You passed a note to me during Biology
Asking me about black holes and infinities.
“Einstein predicted the existence of black holes,
While fools invented infinity.” I answered.
After class, you proclaimed that black holes aren’t real;
You’d rather be a fool than a mad scientist.
I laughed and said, “I guess I’m in love with a fool.”
“And this fool infinitely loves you.” You finished.
But the truth, it turns out, doesn’t like denials.
It floated above, reminding us of endings.
Still, I continued to play the fool in your game
Choosing to dismiss the little evidences.
One day, you passed a note during Astronomy
You wrote about Einstein’s prediction of black holes
And concluded that infinities are for fools.
“I guess we’re done playing.” I said–ending the end.
In this game you created, only you could win.
I’ve always believed in black holes but I still stayed.
Now the game’s long gone–infinities have ended.
But why, I cannot stop the game of loving you?