David Jones

I loved you as

Icarus loved

The sun -

Too close,

Too much.

After you nothing

Was ever enough.

In the end we are nothing more than love and space dust.”

It is both a blessing

And a curse

To feel everything

So very deeply.

We are nothing but

Space dust

Trying to find

Its way back to

The stars.

They could have

Given me the

World and I

Would still have

Been left wanting.

How can it be

That my memories

Are more alive

Than I am?

Is it wrong to be

This young and

This tired?

“All your life is

Ahead of you.”

They say, but

Mine feels

Far behind.

I did not want to be

Alone any longer,

So I ran across the

World; lived, loved,

Lost, hoped, feared,

Dreamed, laughed and

Cried until I paused

And wondered, and

Wished to be alone

All over again.