1
So strange, how
before the light of the
newness fades you still
look into my eyes like I
contain the secrets of
all planets, all universes 
then as the eclipse passes
I become
just another star

2
It’s strange
the things one remembers
when unhappy
You would think
the memories would be
black and blue
as opposed to the
bright, startling yellow
of happier times, 
now past.