Far into Nowhere as you could get

And still call civilization in touch

She turned up ten years on

No fuss, not wanting him back

Or anything except just her

Blue guitar he'd kept when all

Went wrong—civilized till his

New woman's mask slipped told

Her “Spacetrash, stalker, get going”—

“One tune only” said I, that helmet

Going on to hide the tears and

Playing beyond herself such notes

As brought to hate each other tear

Apart sentient bots took out lovers'

 Dome.

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