just letting you know that if you ever want to come back, the door is always open and the ceiling-high curtains are always drawn.
the reflection in your windows might still hold the traces of us that thought the sun would forever continue being quietly followed by the moon, but the distance between planets grows further every year.
i make your bed neat and tidy too, just to let you know. all you have to do is sleep in it, about 150 million kilometres away. i often think about that satellite that we’ll never see again and its messages that slowly faded as it went on to greater things.
[interplanetary transmissions - recorded over four months] good morning. i love you. don’t sleep too late! it’s for the best. i don’t think i could stop caring about you.
when the world turns dark and your room grows cold again, i think i’ll sit a little longer this time and watch our lives get redefined into yours and mine.
our [transmission : we shouldn’t come in a pair anymore.]
/ˈaʊə,ɑː/ determiner possessive pronoun: our 1. belonging to or associated with the speaker and one or more other people previously mentioned or easily identified.
yours [transmission : i think my love is yours to keep.]
/jɔːz,jʊəz/ pronoun pronoun: yours 1. used to refer to a thing or things belonging to or associated with the person or people that the speaker is addressing.
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Zafyra Hafiz (she/her) is a writer and artist currently residing in Singapore. When she’s not writing, she’s either working on her various community projects or delving into a new craft.