Satellite

    You have your gravity. 

    This little satellite's settling in.

    What might it be like, being you?

    With one like me, devoted, orbiting,

    circling, at bay.

    You have your compelling way.

    I would not know.

    I've never held my ground,

  

    or been face to face.

    I want to stay invisible,

    but I want to stay.