satellites fallen from grace (thing)

There was a time she was everything
all the minutes of the day
all the songs on car stereos

Her words on the phone-electric
her fingers on my shoulder-sizzling

Now her memory is stored in a closet:
as identifiable remains

I don't see her in the night sky anymore
I probably mistook that flashing light
for something astral

Only because I wanted it to be so

.