Imagine the mountains

you would move to save

The one you loved

then switch

to the hills you might shift

for someone you were

merely fond of

then calculate the dirt

in disheveled piles

you might consider

scooping here to there

for a stranger

then last of all take this into account:

all real love stories are also physics problems

Either stones rolled in place over deliberate tombs

or somehow, miraculously

Rolled away.