Page 1, Trekkies are wearing black. And now my dream will never come true...a poetic tribute.

SCOTTY

Who will beam me up
now that you have gone?
Who can I rely on
to keep me safe,
as my particles
disintegrate?

Now when I board
with my pass
to fly business class,
it won't be the same.

I'll still whisper your name
and close my eyes.
But...surprise, surprise;
all my parts will remain
on the aeroplane.

And my wish won't come true.
Because you
have beamed yourself up,
Scotty.

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