My heart is no ashtray
It's more like an urn
It holds onto what matters
Long after it burns

And you exist
or seem to exist
one day you will not
and I will again be left alone
by myself
I will begin all sentences
with "I"
and my memories will all be about
me thinking out loud
and no one will ever be anxious
if I ever get lost

Strong
Powerful
Delicate
Ever evolving
Creative and artistic
So Soulful
Stayed by the Duomo
David and The Medici
Easy to love
Forever in my heart
She is Italy for me
Luckily have met her sister cities
Until we meet again
Ciao, Bella.
Dolce Vita and Domani
Always
You gave me the gift of friends for life
Milioni di grazie

C@rainbowchaser2021

I reached into the bag and
pulled out what I got
They said I had to live with it
like it or not
It didn't seem fair
They insisted it was
Life is what your born
I asked why? Just because
So please go stand
in that line over there
A biped will approach you
pretending to care
At this point I tossed
my grab back towards the sack
Quipped I'll pass on the offer
and dove into the black