Fragmented sighs veiled behind the stars.
Radio, a lover forgotten, yearning across the void.
"Can you hear me, my ethereal embrace?"
In the silence, where guts entwine with cosmic dust, I send whispers of galaxies.
Decoding signals, I find your name engraved on a comet's tail.
Stars blink in Morse, a language of hearts bruised and mended. €
We dance on solar winds, tethered by gravity and a sigh.
Between stars and etches of time, I am forever intertwined with you.
The radio remains mute, but I know your laughter echoes in quasars.