Old Professions

I used to be an arsonist who only burned bridges,
but I told a friend "sweet dreams" and she dreamed
that I died.
Now my bridges are intact but they can't support the weight of wishing.
So I hover over slowly, careful not to fall.
She's waiting on the other side with her face no longer there.

I used to be an astronaut but I got stars in my eyes.
With too much space to be alone I traveled home.
I took a path I'd never gone and lost my name along the way.
For a short time I saw the future but then morning came.
My body didn't work that day..