Messenger

 

Sometime, one time, you were treading the earth

until you slipped off this spinning planet.

I still feel that I might walk into you:

one day turn the corner and bump into you.

 

How odd that you talked politics, lay on your

back to admire the stars, stood on your head,

believed you were Mercury the messenger,

then posted yourself off to another world –

 

without leaving a note or mark behind.