Stardust

I’m feeling a little poetic this morning…

Think kindly of me.
Decades from now,
When you are old and grey;
And I am but dust blowing in the wind,
Look back and think kindly of me.
For though l wanted more than you could give,
I loved you still.
And will do even when we are gone,
When these precious weeks are but phantoms;
Floating in the ether of memory.
When both of us are no more than stardust;
Drifting for eternity;
In the nothingness of the empty cosmos.
Think kindly of me,
When you look back and remember.