by Zellie Quin
When my ship crashed
On the night side of a far planet
And injuries did hold me down
Though no other human life was near
I was tended to.
But they came for me
Finding one they thought dead
And brought me back
Where voices and sirens
Colors and shapes
Bodies and buildings
And gleaming lights
Hid You away.
But I remember You stayed with me
When I was thought dead.
