Last Words of a Shooting Star

All of this turbulence
Wasn’t forecasted
Apologies from the intercom

And I am relieved
That I’d left my room tidy
They’ll think of me kindly
When they come for my things

They’ll never know
How I’d stared at the dark in that room
With no thoughts
Like a blood-sniffing shark

And while my dreams
Made music in the night
Carefully
I was going to live

You wouldn’t leave
‘Til we loved in the morning
You’d learned from movies
How love ought to be

And you’d say you love me
And look in my eyes
But I know through mine you were
Looking in yours

And did you know
The liberty bell is a replica
Silently housed
In its original walls

And while its dreams
Played music in the night
Quietly
It was told to believe

I always wanted to die clean and pretty
But I’d be too busy on working days
So I am relieved that the turbulence wasn’t forecasted
I couldn’t have changed anyways

I am relieved that I’d left my room tidy
Goodbye