Perhaps
We will meet again,
at the crossroads
on a silver night.
And with a smile
we'll go our own ways.
For asphalt is bitter
And we never learnt to wait.
But I've learnt to write love songs
Without loving.
Don't think of me
When I'm gone
Where no lights reach
I'll look up from underneath
The depths of hell
Or perhaps I will lie still
Among daisies and flobberworms
The soft earth enfolding
till I disappear.
A fleck of dust.
Just one more in a cluster of stars
On an unpainted sky.