Emotions have limited validity
like that of a punched ticket.
They are to be done with
at one stage or the other.
As we get into living and loving
we lose ourselves under the pillow covers
like the hidden teenage magazines
that are read in an unclear haste.
Solitude may offer a latitude of escape.
But what use is it to turn nostalgic
like a kite stuck to the string.
Cut away from the cut out roles
and await the thrill it'll bring.