Photo dust

I’m writing to you to say     finally
I get it     Champagne in Berlin in that
chic hotel     close to the Brandenburg Gate
the bubbles  the effervescence    nothing
lasts forever       so live for the moment
Birthdays come and go
                           relationships too
unless they are grounded in love      Venice
was meaningless      so too Paris    and Rome
As Patsy once said “You make your own bed
you lie on it.”      Counted the stars last night,
some were missing.
             How strange to be gone     a
black hole    a dead letter    silence bleeding
from a desert sky     photo dust     decay
we’re all here to go
                       so ciao and good luck

John Lyons

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