Invitation of the Stars

I was a thin, fierce and angry young man, grown flabby, grey and distantly ambivalent in middle age.

Like a ghost I’ve floated on the edges, as my friends have moved on; marriages, divorces, grown children.

I haunt bars, restless, flirting with waitresses young enough to be my daughters, tired beyond their years.

A ghost welcomed but unknown, wanting excitement, watching games as the seasons change.

There’s a world out there, and love, but the dull and soothing ache of what’s known keeps me here.

Love is somewhere else, as is the mission that will save my soul, in the wild sky and the invitation of the stars.

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