Flypaper

and again youre gone
up in the sky
moving away from me
at about 300 miles per hour.
i say miles because soon that'll be the world you live in.
i guess you've lived there for a while.
you're just returning to
where you belong.
without me.
goodbye dear,
i'll see you in 5 or 6 months.
i hope.
goodbye dear,
i'm a little bit broken without you.
goodbye dear,
i'm going out to play.
because there's still a life that needs living.
it's not gonna stop for my grief.

after the battle, i painted stars in our bedroom.*