It's Not About Robots

I hope time and isolation have not done damage beyond repair. I hope your heart has not grown silent, but instead was waiting, in stasis, or that you were finding your way out of a labyrinth of your own making.

You are careful, and those words are so new, and still strange in your mouth. I wonder how you could know that I smile as you struggle to find your way into conversation.

I would unwind you from those many long nights alone, if you would find me beneath so many layers of ice and wind.

I am tired and worn ragged on the rocks, having missed the lighthouse by some miles. I would undo whatever brought me here, but if not for that, then I would not have your name or your secrets. I hope you are patient, even if my language is dense and foreign. I hope you have a way with broken things, with nervous and unsure things.