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