Star-man sits securely
strapped, the weight of no weight
pushes him upwards as
if his mother’s aged and firm hand
still held its
familiar place in the small of his adolescent back,
her insistence his actions
propel him forward. Star-man’s eyes
stare into the void,
at the edge of vision, between his visor
and the metal, he catches
sight of his family in the stars,
distantly they beckon,
star-man remembers words, he wishes
he could sever ties
with, send them spinning, end over end,
into oblivion. The
thrust of it all is that somewhere behind his family
remain, moving on
their own path forward into a future without
his input, his future
has become a journey to leave them further
behind, watching them
grow smaller and smaller, like comets,
once close, now a
million miles, and growing, away, they recede
with every overused thought
he has as he tries to forget them.
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