Unspoken

I think tonight. But only that. Of words which I cannot speak. Words of sadness.

Aged beyond maturity in the recesses of my brain. Turned to vinegar instead of wine.

Unshareable.

The Last Stopover

This is my last stopover, before I move along.

I just dropped in here for a few lovely years,

To see what was going on.

In the end, the stars and the Universe will be my final home.

I just dropped in here for a few lovely years, and

Soon I will be gone.