The wind pushed my rocket past Pluto late last night
and now I'm too fast, too high and too far
to ever say goodbye
as I unclasp my wristwatch and disconnect all the clocks
looking out the window I see all the beautiful shining
glowing glistening sparkling specks of life
and shout the last words I will ever speak
I love you with all my might
to no one in particular
and to everyone
it is written and so it is done
are the last words I hear
finally
On any quiet night
mixed in with the noise and confusion
lies a million different souls searching
for that one common thread
that binds us
together
First her shadow then her voice
followed by her body
she sings an old jazz standard
of soft soulful wisps
straight from the heart
leaning on the cart
which holds her
belongings
she walks slowly through
the subway car
withered, yet not wasted but
obviously devoured
by life's many
hours
worn out, worn down and
reduced to it’s very
essence
slipping a dollar in her cup
as she walked away
it was then i remembered
how once we felt
