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Cold Orbit
I sent my love through static air,
past stars that never blink.
You waved from Earth. I can’t wave back.
What next? I watch the planet shrink.
I told myself the moon was kind,
though it couldn’t speak my name.
I made my bed on orbit’s hum,
and feathered dreams of fame.
The signal cracked with ash and fire,
a last message: ‘Brace, impact, gone.’
The world slipped into silence,
but the sky played on and on.