Walking Home One Night

Occasional Poems

Walking Home One Night

“Go on, describe the stars,” you said.
I think you were helping me back to earth.
“I prefer to imagine what they think of us,”
I replied, playing the game.

As we walked home one night
hand in hand,
in just a sip of their light.

“What would they say of us?
Our brief existence,
burning out so quickly.”

“Don’t waste it,” you said.
“They’d say, don’t waste it.”