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.
So,
I’d rather
you go on
with me
fading away behind you.
Trust that I’m gonna crash
down
in some
spectacular
fashion.
You just beat gravity,
while I
burn up
on re-entry,
streaking fire across the sky.
HG – 2021
