Out of this world
I flew to you
from the deepest
point in the Universe,
through galaxies, dark suns,
saw six moons rise
on the Planet of Confession
sailed through Nebulas
breathed their gases,
rode on the back of Comets.
I saw the Diamond Planet,
escaped black holes,
and scorching Suns
landed on your world,
fought off commuters
on the underground.
Caught the number 43 bus
and stood all the way
to your street.
Put up with the guy
playing loud music
on his iPod
walked the last 50 yards
to your house
and climbed the wall
just to be with you,
but when I knocked
you were out.
poem by Ruth Walters
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