The Strong Button
Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2018 8:17 pm
The Strong Button
by Lichen Throat
One last day,
until you leave here.
I begged you then,
“Don’t volunteer.”
Gone, gone away,
to the colony.
Don’t cry when
I’m left in agony.
Drifting through the stars,
Will you think of me?
When you set your foot on Mars,
Where will I be?
I still wear
The sweater you knit.
The strong button holds
It tight around my neck.
Blue mohair
Shimmers in the light,
Keeps away the cold
On long walks at night.
Drifting through the stars,
Will you think of me?
When you set your foot on Mars,
Where will I be?
Screaming down through the atmosphere
Heartbeat fast, fluttering with fear.
Retro rockets fire: land with a jerk.
Open the hatch; get to work.
Photo of you
On Olympus Mons,
Red sands for miles,
Dim light of dawn.
White, bulky suit
Seals in your air.
Big toothy smile,
Wisps of your hair.
Colonist of Mars,
Do you think of me?
Alone beneath the stars,
What do you see?
I’ve got to let you go.
I’ve got to let you go.
Sun sinks down
Your planet’s light appears.
Tinge of regret,
But no more tears.
Shake off my frown,
Grass between my toes.
The light of sunset
Fades to afterglow.
Colonist of Mars,
Do you think of me?
Memory is ours,
But now you’re free.
by Lichen Throat
One last day,
until you leave here.
I begged you then,
“Don’t volunteer.”
Gone, gone away,
to the colony.
Don’t cry when
I’m left in agony.
Drifting through the stars,
Will you think of me?
When you set your foot on Mars,
Where will I be?
I still wear
The sweater you knit.
The strong button holds
It tight around my neck.
Blue mohair
Shimmers in the light,
Keeps away the cold
On long walks at night.
Drifting through the stars,
Will you think of me?
When you set your foot on Mars,
Where will I be?
Screaming down through the atmosphere
Heartbeat fast, fluttering with fear.
Retro rockets fire: land with a jerk.
Open the hatch; get to work.
Photo of you
On Olympus Mons,
Red sands for miles,
Dim light of dawn.
White, bulky suit
Seals in your air.
Big toothy smile,
Wisps of your hair.
Colonist of Mars,
Do you think of me?
Alone beneath the stars,
What do you see?
I’ve got to let you go.
I’ve got to let you go.
Sun sinks down
Your planet’s light appears.
Tinge of regret,
But no more tears.
Shake off my frown,
Grass between my toes.
The light of sunset
Fades to afterglow.
Colonist of Mars,
Do you think of me?
Memory is ours,
But now you’re free.