I was not ready to join you all.

The Earth feels wrong beneath my feet, each breath is uncertain.

I fell too soon, I'm sure of it. 

That's why I'm burning out, my true form is bursting through.

It's killing me.

Send me back to the sky where I belong, let me shine with my brothers and sisters until it's my time to walk among the rest.  

I'm burning, I must return to the stars. 

"Honey, you are keeping me alive," the elderly husband says.

"Quit complaining. The alternative is not that great." 

"Do you think I'm losing my memory?" he asks.

"Well, you can always make new ones."

"Why don't you forget stuff, Edna?" he asks.

Her name isn't Edna.

"I don't know, Roger." His name isn't Roger.