Your mission is over.
Past glory may condense
into a worn out vigniette of the future
and pitiful witnesses’ rants.
There’s a calmer patch of sky for you.
— There will be.
Your vapour trails,
tracing humanity’s pursuit of progress and solidarity,
your constructors’ dreams.
Your thruster flames,
colouring fairy tales of our descendants,
living under, towards, and amid the stars,
and bringing them closer.