A Journey Called Life …

Did she

keep the door open
for too long?

In her head
distance is a thousand
light years,
wrapped in
a handful of stardust.

on her floor
rest hurt,
like your last memory.

Heart in pieces,
adds war
in her history book.


Did she call you love,
put you in a nice cup,
take another sip,
another sigh,
and compose herself?