• 1.
    she sifts through static on the radio
    listens to ash drip from her cigarette and
    kiss the road as she drives away.
    she will not come back for her things.

    2.
    tonight, she will become a memory,
    a melody to sing you to sleep.
    with her toe shoes and tutu, she whispers her song to the wind,
    each syllable loosening the world’s grip on her,
    bringing her closer to the stars.

    3.
    she closes her eyes,
    feels the cool rush on her face,
    and disappears
    as her note flutters to the ground.

    "don’t weep for the parting of the stars;
    they were gone long before you met them.
    .
    .
    .
    i was gone long before you met me."