Could you fire up the stars?
For a while you have been mooning,
And I find it quite bizarre.
I hear you’re growing older.
Tell me what dreams you saw,
When you peeked over those shoulders.
Tell me, what clothes do you sow?
Do you still stitch that trademark heart,
On your elbow?
Are you still bursting out?
You know those people are not your enemies,
They’re just folks trying to help out.
They say you frequent this watering hole.
We were worried when you disappeared,
After you spilled an ocean in a note.
I know you’re looking to start afresh.
Though, fixing your problems with cheap sellotape,
Will only bite you in the flesh.
Are you still trying to do good?
Give my regards to Joy,
And stop by if you’re in the neighbourhood.