He said he no longer wished
to be an astronaut because he didn’t want to leave
me. Sitting on the bathroom floor, waiting
for him – dreaming of space
for whom the past is “today” and the future is
“tomorrow” – to wrap up and climb
down, I watched as time melted,
reminded that he will leave – of course
he’ll leave – either for the moon or college or
a girl or some other thing I’m going to hate
but for now
there is no other time for me
than sitting on the bathroom floor, waiting
for him, my binary star.
(c) 2019 by Phillip Knight Scott
Phillip Knight Scott is a native of Durham, North Carolina, where he lives and writes poetry. His work has appeared in Vita Brevis, Literary Yard, Olives Skins, and Whispers and Echoes, among others. A husband and father, he finds happiness in family, friends, reading, and of course writing. Read more of his stuff on his website!