You thank me for standing beside you, now,
After the fire between us
Burnt our eyes
In our separate integrity.
You praise me for the alchemy in your hands…
…the chrysalis was yours, not mine.
You won the new way your eyes take in
This rotten world and the new touch
That molds it.
Don’t you know your cocooning
Has also given me new wings? Let me
Treasure that secret as I stand in honor
Beside the flag, which will be folded
For the last time and presented
To your wife after you
Fly up to the sun.