Excuse

I just spilled some,

red wine on my 

lemon-green sheets

this blot is here-to-stay

But thank god,

wine is lighter than blood

and smoke is lighter than air

how effortlessly, air gobbles up smoke

Ever wish, we had that kind of invincibility

like air

wherein, everything disappears into us

just like smoke into thin air

Because, in spite of all that I abandon,

there's such baggage I carry

with my shoulders slunk

I could collapse and never rise again

But, thank  god, to my respite,

I've the stars

as a child whom I stared up at 

and forgot everything, 

Because how tiny I am, and inconsequential

how much can i matter

i'll live my share of agony and pass

but stars don't age, do they

How much can it matter, after all

my stories, my loves,

my sorrows, my money

It all crumbles before universe's intransigence

Lookin' at spilled wine

that's my excuse tonight 

my exact excuse

to wait until tomorrow