Center of Gravity

It's National Poetry Month!  It's not too late for me to start posting, since the writing for it started on time.
Please share some poetry if you like, even if you think it's too rough.  Even if you think you are not good enough.

CENTER OF GRAVITY

It sleeps where your feet stood,
your name is a fulcrum
where rests my long old young self--
You don't know my neurons 
still fire off your name
at the strangest of times--
It ricochets through my cloaked being,
the intractable nerves mindful
of all things lost.

You're there right now, this moment:
A complex melody, sliding over
this very silken night.

J. Pratt-Walter, (c) 2013