But only tiny for a while.
I’m your big, shiny moon.
I’ll always be your Dish.
Run away with me, Spoon!
With the most beautiful face.
Love you, Lillian. You’re magical.
Picture of Lil when she was only 5 on the beach!
Of my heart in a vise.
That takes me back to Then.
The initials on the side of my rocket are P-T-S-D.
I’m already wrung, hung and dried.
Getting off of this horrible world?
The capsule crashed at sea.
I may never see home again.
I can sit, give up and die.
And fashion a means to fly.
Breaking the gravity of Past.
To land by you at last.