Solar Eclipse

I wonder what I’ll be doing when the stars burn out.
My name forever forgotten,
as if I never had been…

I wonder if a record will be kept of me
in heaven
and of everything I ever did.
If I’ll come out on top or bottom of it.

I wonder how I’ll feel.
If I’ll be pulling a cap over my face,
Just leave me alone.
Or floating through the sky, not worried about it.
Or on a mountain top, proclaiming to all the worlds.

I wonder if my husband and I will still know each other.
If we will turn into two new suns
winking at each other
once every 80 years.