that star

who and what for am I

am I here to touch someone
or here to be touched by them
when I shall lay my head to sleep
I wish to have given of my heart
and left more than having received
will there be someone to carry
this torch of my words and
embrace my heart that’s been
left at the feet of many
when my spirit is ready to return
into the dark energy of space and
assimilate into the star dust from
whence my incarnation came,
will there be a memory shared
somewhere by someone looking up
at the night sky and shall whisper
to themselves and maybe to another
“…remember him, who lay his heart
here where we stand? ”

forgotten

you and your ignominious ways have

tossed you into the pail of obsolescence
your toes all crooked and unkempt,
your hair disheveled, uncombed forever
cuticles filled with dirt and suet
nails scaly and teeth crusted like lemon cake
you've allowed yourself to get old
don’t you have anyone,
someone who cared while you were
youthful and alive. at least someone who
can now cover you with some semblance
of human dignity as you pass on

so this is what unrequited love looks like