We all say goodbye incrementally.
that which is us,
is so like an ember sailing off the fire
arcing into the dark,
and quickly lost amongst the stars.
I am saying goodbye.
To our bright Michigan nights,
to our tent nights,
to our cold red wine nights,
nights wrapped in blankets,
wrapped in each other.
if we were each other’s lifelines,
watching those years and days
and those infernal, eternal seconds
perhaps then I won’t be far behind you,
and we can both be just fire brands winking in the sky.