Opposites Subtract

You're a hot stove, I'm a hand
I'm a fast car, you're a sharp left turn,
You're a heatwave, I'm a melting glacier
We were lovers once, now we're passing strangers.

I'm a shooting star
burning up in your atmosphere,
I want deep space
You give me friction and gravity.

A settling anchor
in a bottomless ocean,
A still painting
in perpetuous motion.