Orbital Decay

[Verse 1]
The Lopez Island group chat is a dead satellite
I trace its dark path in the cold blue light
Your names are all listed, a frozen display
Two hundred and six weeks since you moved away

[Chorus]
And we're in orbital decay, a slow-motion fall
Stuck at aphelion, I answer my own call
Spinning out further with nothing to say
Just watching our small constellation fray

[Verse 2]
Remember the driftwood fire, that first week of November?
The heat on our faces, a star in each ember
The sea-salt and smoke and the cheap boxed wine
Your shape was a shadow pulled close against mine

[Chorus]
But we're in orbital decay, a slow-motion fall
Stuck at aphelion, I answer my own call
Spinning out further with nothing to say
Just watching our small constellation fray

[Bridge]
You texted, "we just need a little space now"
And I sanded down the memory of how
My own gravity failed, my atmosphere burned
A lesson in physics I never quite learned

[Chorus]
Yeah, we're in orbital decay, a slow-motion fall
Stuck at aphelion, I answer my own call
Spinning out further with nothing to say
Just watching our small constellation fray

(Music fades out... 4-second pause)

[Outro]
'Tide's out,' I type. And I press send.