It’s there, remember

It could be light, but light it is not. Can’t avoid its notice, weighing, once more. 

You could remove it, but remove it you don’t. Some passing irritation, gets better, gets worse.

If it fit perfectly, then it wouldn’t move. Then You’d just absorb it, it would be a part of you.

But it keeps swinging around, daring to drop. It’s up to you, not losing it, lost.

Constant effort, you do to keep close. Not taking for granted, but granting it, love.