Contact
June 15th, 2023
Ground control, we’ve got a problem up here
Adrift in the abyss
Dappled with distant lights
Imagination connects the dots
To make sense of this predicament
I was anchored on the satellite
Pulling myself back in
Then I saw you
In the airlock with the knife
Your swiftness left me astounded
I didn’t even have time to register
The severed lifeline drifting upwards
As I began to float away
Could you hear my screams?
Begging for a reason why?
Pleading for an answer?
What had I done for this?
My stomach churns as I tumble
Without gravity or a tether
There is no up or down
The only certainty is the end
I trusted you
I believed you
I opened up to you
You made me vulnerable
My helmet blurs with these tears
Tears of dread, of sorrow
Of betrayal, of hurt
Why is the only question in my mind
Do I use my thrusters
To work my way back?
Or conserve what little oxygen
I have left?
None of that matters now
Although I reach out
I sense I’ve drifted too far
From the station I once called home
The blanket of the void
Slowly creeping up my body
From my boots upward
A gripping cold sets in
This suit is calming me
My turbulence quells
As I focus on the beeps
Fade from my ears into the distance
As I turn in space
I feel a sudden warmth
A star, shining, growing brighter
My final embrace
If anyone somehow finds this log
If anyone ever learns the truth
Just know this one thing from me
I never should have been an astronaut
