you and me, we sit together, at the end of the world
right before the sun sets for the last time this year
as it begins to set, we lie in our reclined seats, reminiscing
about the days when we talked about flying,
about the ways in which we would change the world,
but we haven’t talked about that in a while.
we sigh at how the time flies, at how old we are—
the sun shines down on our youth, as we watch it fall.
it goes pitch black, now it’s really the end, i say out loud
but you smile at me with a spark in your eyes,
because no, it’s not the end—it’s fireworks that light up our sky
how could i forget? that it’s always been this way
when we are together—no, we’re not flying yet,
but we’re willing to do it over and over and over.
and next year, at this exact time, if the world hasn’t yet fallen apart
we know we will be right back here to watch our sun fall.