Yours Sincerely

(Pale is the evening,
and silent are the stars.)

I'm packing my suitcase,
Friend.
Looking at your empty bed
And postcard on the wall
(Listen to the stars,you said.)
I'm walking out, friend.
Turning the key
Without looking back
I sail away.
Among our dearest elm trees
And their lullabies
I hush my sorrows.
I'm waiting for a train to take me
To the other side
Where butterflies are all you see
And robins all you hear.
Where you are, friend.
But..

(Pale is the evening,
and silent are the stars.)