..
What remains is stardust
and a last must
-ered sigh.
These streets are full
of our goodbyes:
that corner, this shadowed
doorway.
If I wanted to find you
again, could I?
Would you plea Polo
to my Marco, mark
my calls with your
returning?
The moment I’m done
yearning for this vast
imperfect sky, I
will beg my weary lungs
to bring you home.
.
Prompted by Poetic Asides.
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I love this! Especially the Marco/Polo part. Awesome.
This is very touching – as it could be about the fleeting sunrise or about a departed loved one. I, too, loved the Marco/Polo part!