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Streetlight dust on the ceiling cracks

Still awake while the city turns its back

Empty mugs on the window frame

Curtains breathe when they hear your name

Past midnight and the phones lie down

All the notifications drown

Quiet clothes on the bedroom chair

Hold the shape of the nights you were there

Every crease is a little ghost

Curling where I miss you most

I trace the orbit of the day we broke

Around the words we never spoke

In the silence overhead

Something drifts above this bed

Slow satellites over quiet beds

Carrying the wishes that we never said

Glowing in the dark where the ceiling ends

Drawing lazy circles that will never land

If you look up from wherever you rest your head

Maybe you can see the same slow satellites over our quiet beds

Clock on the wall has lost its way

Hands just tremble in the gray

Old playlists spill into the room

Songs that know what we went through

I talk to shadows on the floor

Speak your name and then say no more

Every breath fogs the midnight air

Like you might be standing there

I map the nights we couldn’t fix

Like constellations made of slips

In the distance overhead

Something circles what we said

Slow satellites over quiet beds

Carrying the promises we never kept

Glowing in the dark where the ceiling ends

Tracing faint halos over where we slept

If you look up from wherever you rest your head

Maybe you can see the same slow satellites over our quiet beds

Morning slips through the blinds too soon

Fades the stars and thins the moon

I still feel you in the sheets

In the space between heartbeats

Maybe we were meant to spin

Never quite the same again

Not together, not alone

But still tied to what we’ve known

If I let the darkness stay

Just a little while this late

I can see you overhead

In the glow above this bed

Slow satellites over quiet beds

Carrying the versions of the lives we left

Glowing in the dark where the ceiling ends

Crossing without touching but they still connect

If you look up from wherever you lay your head

Know I’m underneath the same slow satellites over our quiet beds