Bright stars and brighter suns were waiting.
Nothing was going to be better until I left. After you departed, people were too much. Everyone worried and fussing.
I know it was not your choice, but you still abandoned me for a brighter future, past the stars. Out between those bright pinpoints, lost to deeper, darker spaces.
Well, I am now chasing after your light. The ethereal wisps brush my skin.
I don’t know if I’ll ever see you again, but I hope I do.
Final sleep is no longer final, but resurrection is not a price paid lightly. Will you remember?