Periapsis II

it's like you're the earth, and I'm the moon, I can't keep myself from revolving around you, your orbital pull I can't quite resist so I'll bide my time till periapsis but on this periodic orbital trip, my time with you I'll surely miss, although I know that you wont stay, our distance grows each passing day our push and pull guide manifolds in complex planes our boundaries wane trajectories chaotically change but still momentum stays the same, perhaps this apoapsis wont leave me choked in the throat, i just hope your delta V, wont tenderly escape from me, because this two body problem, isn't as simple as it would seem, when we’re circling stars in this big, wide, galaxy