“to the stars” he said and clasped my hand
I was heavy and lumpen with gravity
and couldn’t fly the way a heart does that has lost all it’s blood
I’m here still, twenty four seven bound to earth, rooted
in past and fast becoming too heavy to remember flight
and he is up there I can see the soles of his size eleven shoes getting smaller and smaller in the soul of breath-woven air and me here heaving and unremembered and he is the night, all twinkling and slight and I am leaven with heart and flesh and he is the dust of a star of a time imagined in reality