How oddly shaped you are -
Drifting into my orbit with promises of May.
I harbour a belief that I’m desired.
A false notion born out of need.
As you hold his arm, parts of me disappear.
I am the spaceman;
You are a star that died years before;
But still shines on in the dark sky above.
I lost my own self, miles and miles ago.

Come what may, you won’t change -
But only grow old as I did in a different age.
Trees tower, time conquerors.
A long sleep beckons us my love, this is true.
Even the Nile at its end must meet the blue sea.
How do these last days go for you?
Our lives, heavier with memories of every kind -
Sway above us on a single strained chain.
We lost each other, miles and miles ago.

Your clothes on the floor, you, naked -
Your imperfect flesh given to another.
Acres of empty where once was a compass.
No mercy exists in these times for a man like me.
With weary heart, coursing with nervous blood;
A silent fog wraps its arms around me.
No stranger to its confusion, I enter its thrall.
I begin to see messages you never sent.
Come with us, we have miles and miles to go.

To the tower I return.
I see him, a man full of fear, rage and doubt.
The child next to him lost, never to be found.
With yellow teeth, the man declares a solution.
I can’t, is my only reply in disagreement.
Then it falls onto the child, he says.
The truest that I can say, is for all days remaining;
Never have I owned myself for as long ago;
As memories began, miles and miles ago.