All things forever remain
in this changeable universe outside my own

not that I see how it can matter so much either way
or how it all could have had the chance
of happening to me differently
for I still keep on losing
the faces the places the names
of all people that from a distance
were my most intimate friends

now it's journey's end
I'm still alone
not drowning in self-pity (far too merciless for that)
nor in anything else (too much of a coward for that)
never went near the sea
never meant a single person I didn't love at first sight
such a cowardly brave
someone
journey's end
no one asks no one asks
no one wonders
no one calls no one calls
no one writes
walking alone

cowardly wanderer

move on