a short one on perspective.  a very raw draft!

he pointed at the sun

and did some soul searching

how will i tell her

he thought with a smile

tickets in pocket

he turned up to shake up her world

and he got what wanted

since the last time he wanted anything

he glazed at the moon

and did some soul searching

how should i tell her

he thought with a smile

ring in his pocket

came without strings

purchased without a promise

but it enclosed her

caged in dreaming

he sat in his room

and did some soul searching

how do i tell her

without smashing our lives into pieces of glass

how should i tell her

we’re all falling apart

with a tear in his pocket

he said good bye

walked into the twilight

and disappeared into dust