To Search The Stars

let this house
burn down...
no one lives here...

anymore!

if there's anything left,
sell it... use the money
to help feed the poor.

use my letters to start
the fire with.....
give my books to

passing strangers.
have a drink to the memories...
light up, and move along.

what's done is done.
this shell worn out,
this spirit free...

to search the stars
for you!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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