You don’t miss me
As I miss you
I think –
As it should be
In such times
Of so many.
Is that then
My star
Burning
advice,
Dear passionate love
For what else
Future
Would someone
Like me
Offer
To such as you.
This night,
Darkness –
My love,
I’d say
I don’t miss the stars.
Dear God,
The future of time
How I love thee
Mystery
Of filling
Empty space.
Poetry