just turn around, one last time. turn your robot body and face me.
six billion light years absent from my fingertips.
in complete solitude,
you are the climax of my love.
i'm desperate for your unwavering bias in the blackness; you sing praises of vastness.
you've left me, all of me.
turn around as I pine for your truth.
just turn around before the wind dies, and show me my death before we both become engulfed in nothing.