the satellite

you think of her
as a satellite
in space, circling
the earth with
a dead battery.
no longer able
to communicate,
but still out there,
slowly rounding
the globe of you
without so much
as a beep beep.
there was a time
when all you heard
was the constant
chattering
and beeping until
it was time to
hang up the phone
and go to sleep.
now she just circles.
quietly losing
her orbit before
slipping into
the atmosphere,
bursting into
flames, no longer
in view, a distant
memory, a forgotten
name.