𝕆ℝ𝔹𝕀𝕋

We're two moons caught in the pull Of a planet we havent named. We circle,glow,drift a little closer, Then shift away pretending its gravity's fault. Your voice is a comet i chase But never catch. My answers are rings of Saturn Beautiful and distant, Designed to never let you land. Still,we shine. Isnt that what stars do? Burn in silence, Long before they ever collide?