Our Goodbyes

our goodbyes

are drenched

in teardrops,

which rise

through dreams

within infinite

time-warps.

we implode

then burst

from the

black hole soul

of star hearts.

I ask only,

when my time comes,

you extinguish

the memories

of my face,

unless

it is the bursting

star-gleam

from my eyes.

Then,

it may be best

to be remembered.

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“Our Goodbyes” first appeared in the Winter 2020 Issue of the Remington Review.