Caught in the embrace of gravity
and velocity, I ride this metal coffin
past satellites abandoned
by the future. My bones
rattle but no one hears, my spirit
whines at the cold seeping
in from the void. I promised
I would wait for you, here
where words freeze on the tongue.
The vow spilled from me,
crystalline tears turned
to tiny comets. I know
you heard me--fate
always finds a way to pin
us to our hasty plans.
I pine for a past
no one remembers now,
and fall forever around a darkened star.