Stars, stars, stars
as I stare into the sky afar,
so many it boggles the mind,
but they're the only light I can find.

A road-worn tent, fly unzipped,
my place, since my heart was ripped,
she decided she needed to go,
so this mountain top is where I heal my woe.

6 months now, no phone no friends,
no lights, no fridge, not sure when it ends,
living on trout and cans of hash
it's cheap living, no need for cash.

Get up early, crack of dawn
start to fish, stifle a yawn,
decide I'm healed, let out a shout,
pack up and end my life's blackout.