stars connect memories
in the afterlife of love
and the writer sits
on his throne of crumpled papers

take a drink, and
sigh for the past

smoke comes from fire
fire comes from jealousy
he rules his empty kingdom
with a fury upon all goodness

take a moment to
remember her beauty

happiness comes in lulls
dredging up what's left
the writer sits up
and wipes the tears from his face

take refuge, in your
ink and parchment