there are days
we wake
with nothing left
no passion for grocery lists
yet we go on living for the sake
of each other
i save a bit of me for you
each day
never touching
a harmonious coexistence
how it must be
because we love
our satellites in proper orbit
we will not crash into floating pieces
the trajectory
chosen
for communication
to continue
screaming truisms into the white noise
all is well with the universe
while i
can still hear you