When someone we love leaves us for a while,
let's not pretend that the instinct to wish them a safe trip doesn't come
from the sliver of thought hanging at the back of our brains, imagining death.
Some will see the blood and charred bones already, others just the crash.
Most will summon their energy up, make their last moments count
between them and the human leaving, (let the back of their receding head linger),
and those who won't would not let the thought of "last" enter.
Let's not pretend this isn't an instinct, a wish to hold in your palms
everything that person means to you at once,
because you can't see the dice that float above their heads,
the ones that cast the odds.