• I go to the old garden,
    and stare at the dark skies,
    Stars winking at me,
    As if inviting me to join them.
    Not fighting the inevitable,
    I close my eyes,
    The wind gently curling around me,
    As my eyes open,
    I'm above the homes,
    And realize
    That this was my goodbye.

    With a soft phantom laugh,
    And a gentle blow kiss,
    I say goodbye world,
    And twirl up to the skies.