Shining Star


i think i like the way it feels to
know that this is the end.
even though you tell me
it’s just the beginning.

tell me when i die
you will throw my ashes out into the ocean
but save some
to shoot into outer space
so that i may become
a star.

i don’t plan on slitting
my wrists
or tying the noose
i just find a little comfort
in the fantasy of this
being my last winter.

or maybe it won’t be
maybe i will write my book
and travel off to distant lands
and live
the dreams i used to have.

just promise me
that one day
i will be a distant
shining star.

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