Solace


 
 

I came early
You were late
What do I give you now?
I have nothing left
To the devil I sold my soul
And I drank from the waters of the Lethe
I left no tip at the guillotine
What do I give you now?
I have nothing left
A few stray thoughts that remain
All bear your name
Tell me those will suffice
Then will I close my eyes
Being content

- Subodh