Poem about a Sattelite.

Poem about a Satellite, By Me.

Into the cold black desolation of space.
I travel at great speed, into the blackness.
Into the void I march.
Your species created me, and will never see me again.
I am a eternal march, that shall outlive the Solar System.
The light of infinity shall be my only company.
The vacuum is my intensity. 
No one shall find me again.
Perhaps you will know where I am.
But you have no way of reaching me.
Perhaps your algorithms can detect me.
But no human hand will contact with my surface.
Onward, and onward into the cold, desolation, empty space, for lightyears of travel.
My use is over.
But my skeleton remains.