by Nick Gisburne
The engines of the starship fail in flight
Alarms and warnings flicker, flash, too late
The stars, in this infinity of night
Condemn the sole survivor to his fate
Defective, that most trivial of parts
An engineering afterthought at best
Extinguishing a blaze of burning hearts
Unbreakable devotion, dispossessed
Remembering her laughter in the trees
He longs for tears, for touch, a hand to hold
The stranded ship cools quickly by degrees
He squanders precious time to curb the cold
With stolen seconds, fighting to the end
A final message. Love, forever. Send
