Impossible, the decades gone
with all the stars I’ve wished upon
still there. My wishing time is done.
From time to less of it, I leap
and learn a little what to keep
beside me. Down is always steep.
I fall. We all fall down at last,
turn every present into past
and wonder how it went so fast.
There’s no one left but me and you,
it seems: a house, an empty shoe,
and nobody to say what’s true
or false. Take what you need. No more.
Though no one’s really keeping score.
Remember to pull shut the door.