mango summer sunset | | august poems (2023)

Last Call for Takeoff

I'm riding a rocket into
space and I'm not sure
if I'd like to take you with me.
There's a seat open
next to mine, unfilled;
I leave tomorrow
and now is my last chance
to invite you to join me. It's either you
or I gaze into
the galaxies alone.

When I saw you for the
last time you were gazing
into my eyes
as if they were the
stars; you held me tight with
your head leaning on my shoulder;

how can I let go if I never held on?

I don't know when I'll
see you again, but
this whistling mind of mine
has been made up:
I fly alone.

Now I'm in space and
the stars and glaxies are mine to behold;
but I'm stuck looking back at where I left
just to catch another glimpse of you.