Mortality

My own —

     Has never been more crystal clear

than when I know

what I could leave behind.

My fears —

     Loud in my ears

as the plane approaches the runway

and I don’t have you beside me.

And you —

     What if something happens

some accident, unexplainable, inexcusable

rips you away while I’m gone?

It’s okay —

     I’m okay; you’re okay.

Nothing bad is happening.

White light, white light.

We live another day.

2 July 2025

Flight GC OOL -> ADL

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