Away and go as I have not the strength
To add more time, for it is precious now.
The dark and empty space, it has no length
No space no rules no arguments, no brow
From which it will observe and look askance
Upon a thing it welcomed in the past.
And if I hitch my hopes up to a chance,
I know you will eclipse me, take my last
And leave me lightless on your starlit path
To flounder in the slipstream of my love.
So go, get out, don’t see the aftermath
I’ve got my Leonard Cohen, that’s enough.
Although, in your defence, I have to say,
My writers block has left and gone away.
by Shay Ryan