Starry Starry

It's a starry night

But not one by Van Gough.

The stars are crisp and calmly sharp

Inside the black and coldest air.

I have your hat

You left behind my chair

Several years now,

The scent of your shampoo

Is still entwined with you,

Toasted sweetness,

Almond butter,

Maple syrup,

Hypnotic dark delights

Surprisingly still strong and vivid.

I don't know how to settle down

Not settling on less,

But midnights come

And midnights go

And they narcotic drip slowly though

And are gone again forever.

I often think I could have lived my days with you.

- 12/16/25