I have learnt from personal experience that impermanence is part of life. This poem is about impermanence..🙏

Sitting in a rented room,
sleep-drugged and alone.
I write continually,
spraying words of love. –
trying not to read
between the lines.
Listening to Van Morrison,
sing “Sweet Thing” –
that touch leaves me –
that kiss still intimidating.
Right now, I wish
I had something to give.
But the same long days
and long nights are ahead.