First Stage


Burning out

high over Panama.

I’m gonna get you there,

but I won’t be with you.


You’ll see me burning bright;

hot as a star,

only to be discarded

when you are done.


I’m okay

with playing my part,

if it gets you so far.

We were always

going to

drift apart.



I’d rather

you go on

with me

fading away behind you.


Trust that I’m gonna crash


in some




You just beat gravity,

while I

burn up

on re-entry,

streaking fire across the sky.



HG – 2021

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