a poem for curiosity

a poem for curiosity

when we were dating
you would send notes constantly
about your life and work

i pored over every single entry

that was a long time ago

you are resting now
no movement for decades

your radioactive heart is nearly still
your life is well-nigh spent
but if we listen and wait

and wait

you might randomly emit a particle

which we will interpret

as a love note
 

Author's Note: Written for the Mars Curiosity Rover