In two weeks time
I’ll be amongst the stars
Aiming at spaceships
Firing my electronic pulses at them
Watching their warcrafts
Turn to space dust
I’ll fly up there in a sleek
But sensible outfit
And rescue humanity
From extraterrestrials
I know what you’re thinking
Why are you telling me all this?
We’ve been separated for…
Oh God, two years?
Two years, Jesus
Well—I’m writing to you because…
I’m not coming back
From space, I mean
Or whatever
I’m not coming back to Earth
I thought about it
But, honestly
Earth holds no appeal to me anymore
I’m happy to be saving it
But living on it is…
It’s become more difficult without you, Alexander
Not that I’m devastated or anything
I don’t want you thinking I’m, you know
Suicidal
Although I guess flying into oblivion
And not coming back
Doesn’t exactly demonstrate
A zest for life
I’m just not having fun anymore, you know?
Without you, it’s…
Well, it’s not depression
It’s not hopelessness
Hell, it’s not even ennui
It’s just…
Why?
You know?
Why?
To think that I can save mankind
But I can’t bring you back
It’s as if—
It’s as if my abilities
--My enhanced abilities--
Are just a cruel joke
Soaring over vistas
And oceans
Feeling only my mind wander
Because I’m alone
No matter how high you fly
You’re still alone
Maybe when I’m up by the moon
I’ll try floating on my back
As if I’m in a pool
Drifting around
Going this way and that
And maybe from in front of the moon
I’ll look down on Earth
And see you somewhere
A candle in a dark room
And I’ll say ‘There he is’
And I’ll keep an eye on you
From way up there
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