This world, with you, was a puzzle
I made you solve for me;
an absurdity your regard made bearable;
a strange place to call home,
yet home it was, for your heart was here.
(And your heart was mine, and my heart was yours.)
This world, without you,
I will never be able to bear,
for every atom here whispers silently
of your absence.
Without you, earlier destinies
will call me now, to earlier homes;
to find my heart once again, out there,
in the black silences of space unexplored,
after it has been scattered on the wind,
to the stars,
with your ashes.
My ship's engines shall burn
your brightest offering.