Diner

I have got you at the tip of my tongue, at the end of my mind. My fallen star which rose again and shines brightly, enlightens my dreams, my way. A feather you planted under my blade has grown, has spread. My angel, which I miss more and more every fall. I am hungry for your voice, your work and eyes. Forever young. Endless. I was shaped with your words. Tell me, would you drink with me, to celebrate the fate ? If we ever met...