Satellites

You sit up there with them 
A halo above the horizon 
While we’re here missing you
Bearing tears as gifts to take 
And stitch into satellites 

What a perfect tapestry 
Your star finishes the deck 
In the inky dome of sky
We are Magritte’s doves, weeping  

Standing on our own satellites 

Even the tallest couldn’t reach you
Spacescrapers won’t do either 
All I can do is send a balloon up
Yellow, your favourite colour, and 
Hope that it sends my thoughts 

One more satellite in the cosmos
To match your own array 
You wish to see me when its time 
But you’ll be long gone by then
Here is to our distance 

Perhaps if I try again, one night 
I’ll see a star seeping into dust 
And know that wherever you are 
However eternal our separation is 
We share the same satellites