Emit

What will upset me the most when I perish will not be the blinding
white light. Or the horror filled awe-struck current that seals me.
Or the heaviness of stone on top of me. Or the lack of breadth and
breath in my bones. Or the amount of time it takes for my soul to
circle all the way back. Or the direction they send me. Or the
moments I will be forced to interact with again. Or the goodbye
sonnets I will have to emit. Or my last heart twitch. No. It will
be the thought of losing your Touching. Not ever being able to see
your Glow. It will be the mist in my eyes. Your mist. Your crying
eyes trying to find me. Only I won’t even know where I went. It
will be the glimpses of me you see in our angels - The reflection
of us in our true-blue Christmas lights. The time you ran over to
kiss me good-nighttime. All of the ink ribbons I left behind…My
typewritten letter to you. The way you will want to depart. But do
not do this to me, beauty, love of all my lifetime. I implore you.
I will meet you back where we began-- No need to worry--I have your
fingerprint memorized in case I’m ever asked to sketch it. Or if I
should get so lonely here I can build a part of you to hold onto.