Franklin

Saw it arching through the night
A briefly lit November sky
Followed silent where it fell
To bid my friend one last farewell

I’ll walk alone
They’ll never know
You wait and see what becomes of me
This body, my shell

Fading neurons, fireflies
Can’t wipe the tears from thirty eyes
Another friend I couldn’t save
Lying in this cratered astral grave

I’ll walk alone
They’ll never know
You wait and see what becomes of me
This body, my shell