I’m not coming back.

At take-off

Heavyhearted gravity pins me to my seat

As I watch the tilting world below me;

A swirling swell of

Somebodies,

And one of them is you.

 

Higher, higher,

Shooting through the blinding white

 

-Into blue suspension-

 

My stomach stayed behind

Somewhere on the ground,

Where I let go of you.

 

I think you know;

I’m not coming back.

 

 

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