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Failing Satellite
We used to speak like a radio signal,
Clear, in tune across the air,
Every word striving to survive
Through the mayhem of our lives.
Then things changed... your voice
Unknowingly turned into white noise,
Buffering, impossible to hold,
Meaningless, hard to decode.
I remember the stuttered glance
The last time our eyes met the horizon,
Like a frequency we both recognized
But no longer knew how to tune.
Now we fall like a failing satellite,
Burning, yielding to gravity,
Across the infinite, familiar sky
Where we cast a muted goodbye.
What’s left now are unfinished souvenirs,
Old messages and half-held memories,
Echoes of something that once connected...
And slowly chose to let go.
