Vacuum Orbit
Drift
Love
slipped free of gravity,
drifting into silent vacuum.
You and I
began orbiting apart.
A solitary monologue
with no receiver.
What was discarded
was not sorrow,
but futures that could no longer arrive.
Silence
circles through consciousness—
emptiness, weightlessness, afterimages.
Night and day
lose their borders,
becoming continuous drift.
The echo within
loops again and again.
Stardust
hovers with each breath,
aligning with the rhythm.
The universe
holds countless human stories.
It answers every question
with quiet—
the blessed ones,
the forgotten ones.
Sensation
slowly eroded by radiation.
Emotion
magnified through sight.
Eyes closed,
sealed memories
linger like residual signals,
flickering repeatedly.
Your loneliness.
My stillness.
The colors of celestial bodies
develop into melancholy.
An orbital deviation
awakens imbalance.
Your kindness
is the only airlock.
Your existence
a coordinate
inside an unmanned capsule.
Floating within,
turbulence surges,
yet time
recalibrates everything
one by one.
When the vibrations fade,
motion stabilizes.
Time
comes back online.
Reality—
cold, yet precise.
Hope
passes only once a year.
From that,
calm is born.
I read this carefully. It’s beautifully written, it feels less like blame and more like an observation of distance. Not everything that falls apart is broken, sometimes it just moves out of range. Orbiting apart doesn’t always mean one has let go. Sometimes people are simply moving at different speeds. I hope wherever your orbit shifted, it brought clarity rather than the kind of silence that feels disturbing.
This is beautiful writing! Loved it! Need to restack!