satellite

Hollow nights under candlelight

Butterscotch sickly sweet

Dimmed to twenty percent 

Equivalent of my flag 

Flying half mast 

Toss then turn 

Spitfire, I'm roasting 

Wildfire smoke and lost hope

Triple garbage bag

And a taped up box 

Freeze the memory 

Lose the warmth 

But stop the decay 

Until it lights up in flames

Up up and away 

Emptiness in normality 

The sense of unease 

Something is missing 

Puzzle piece not fitting 

Perspective change

New eyes highlight 

Nightmare realized

Awake the whole night 

It hangs over me 

No reprieve 

Star up in the sky

You are a satellite

Floating there, 

Hi then bye 

One final goodnight