Goodbye Space Number Nine
There's no going back; it's time to leave
By Alan J. EdmondsPublished 4 months ago • Updated 3 months ago • 1 min read
Photo by Megan O'Hanlon on Unsplash
Though too late now
My stomach still questions
Was yesterday not just a dream?
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At the front desk
With name badge and keys
No longer mine to hold
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Wreckless or bold
There’s no going back
What might the future hold?
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Heart racing inside
Cool on the outside
Exit so painfully far
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Space number nine
It’s almost time
Here I come —
For one last goodbye
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