Poem #30/30: "Done"

Things are more beautiful from far away. Maybe this is my current interest in the space and stars - they don't promise more than they've got. They don't ask for it, either. I'm lonely but I'd like to be left alone. Evens out the hurt inside / out. 

 

 Poem #30/30: "Done"

Heart / settle down / stop beating

Don't launch yourself after ghosts

Stop naming flowers. There is nothing 

left to wonder in the stars. They're already

gone. And the flowers, liars - 

almost dead but still smiling.