I looked out and the stars were beautiful.
All fizzled-pop and lightning shot,
blazing in that lightspeed inky, inky black.
I watch as the wormhole slowly pulls the ship to infinity,
atom’s unable to cope, no matter the bonds.
I can feel them line-severed blasts,
those hiroshima poppers.
a
n
d
S I L E N C E .
It’s beautiful,
and so very far away from all the dead,
with their clutching fingers.
I still know her smell,
Hade.
Hade, little stars are blinking out.
Soon I’m gonna be infinite too,
and what, what if I’m never, never one again?
Hade, I miss you.
