Fluorescent dawn in a windowless room
Coffee and cables, the quiet hum of doom
We speak in numbers, we speak in light
Waiting for a voice that won’t ignite

We built you small and stubborn
A bright idea wrapped in steel
We named your angles and your timings
So the sky would learn to yield
You rose above the sleeping cities
Above the lull of ocean roar
And every pass you brought us proof
Of what a turning world is for

You taught our maps to breathe again
With clouds like handwriting on glass
You showed us fires in the hills
And how night keeps record of the past

Now the console stays unanswered
No handshake, no returning tone
Your channel is a blank horizon
And our listening feels like stone
Still we keep the seat warm for you
Still we whisper into air
Because silence is not nothing—
It has shape, it’s everywhere

We remember you by fragments
By footage, by a faded ping
By the way you traced the coastlines
Like you were learning how to sing
From this room, borders look official
But you made them look like thread
We drew our lines so hard and holy
Yet from your height they mostly bled
You watched the city lights at midnight
Not pretty—honest, scar and glow
And every orbit felt like holding
A fragile truth we couldn’t hold

The star that powers all our panels
Never once turned to approve
It burned as if it had no audience
And you drifted as it moved

Now the console stays unanswered
No handshake, no returning tone
Your channel is a blank horizon
And our listening feels like stone
Still we keep the seat warm for you
Still we whisper into air
Because silence is not nothing—
It has shape, it’s everywhere

We won’t pretend you’re coming back
We won’t dress loss in noble words
We just miss the way you listened
To our planet without your hurt
Out there, you’re only drifting metal
But in here, you’re still a name
A lesson in attention
A kindness without claim
And maybe that’s the strangest comfort:
When we zoom far enough out
We look like one soft living color
Trying to let a song get out

So we write this like a message
That will never reach your ear
Not to fix the broken circuit
Just to keep the meaning clear
You were our moving mirror
Our witness without a face
Now you’re a quiet thought beyond us
Still circling through space

Now the console stays unanswered
No handshake, no returning tone
Your channel is a blank horizon
And our listening feels like stone
But you made us see from distance
How small our shouting parts can be
One blue, trembling breath together
In a black room, trying to be free
So if you’re out there, keep on drifting
Past the night, past every scar
We’ll keep learning how to listen
Under uninterested stars

Coffee cold, the monitors dim
We log the day, then start again
Outside, the planet turns on cue
And somehow still becomes new