satellite

By Brooke Torrez

you called me your satellite 

something close enough to keep far away 

we were meant to be so finite 

 

your stars are city lights 

and your sun won’t shine on the brightest days 

you called me your satellite 

 

orbiting toward moonlight

then pulled back before I can breakaway

we were meant to be so finite 

 

a love like halley’s comet at first sight

but leaving those cold and blue when they disobey 

you called me your satellite 

 

the man on the moon has seen me blight

you wish upon stars and to them I’ll pray

we were meant to be so finite 

 

one day I’ll be ignited

until then gravity won’t let me stray

you called me your satellite 

we were meant to be so finite