I have thought of islands, forests,
I have thought of homes lived in,
and left behind.
I have thought of meetings and for
Every meeting, a goodbye.
I have thought of stars going alone,
geese and crows in pairs, sunsets in blundering
I have wanted to let go and cross over
To a next star, a last star.
I have asked to be left a few tears,
your love, and perhaps some laughter.