No longer light years away
he sits on the suitcase,
no handsome visitor.

Nostalgia is a genre
forgetting time
			(tell me)
and the colour in each petal.
But there's a taste-
		(and tell us where we are)

It begins & ends like this
falling back on familiars
as if ideas settle
under the gaze of an unquestioning moon

- and how crazily it shines
testing the constance of stars.