Sting

:(

they all leave

eventually
they all leave
some disappear slowly
others in spectacular shows of bombastic indifference

the only constant is me
i’ll be here
as I always am

while they all leave
until the day I die

waste away

to

 

nothing

long after they’ve gone

your worlds

I want to walk into your painting
into worlds
of your creation

blue waters
I can almost feel the wind
on my face

by my side
only you
behind me
only fear