My one wish

My one wish is to see the stars,
unbleached by city lights.

No more darkless, harshlit nights-
please, I want only to see the stars again
and wish my wish upon the first star.
Who knows now where the first stars are?

Blotted out by blindman's ink
in the dirty bleak of eyeweep dusk.

If you didn't need me

you're standing there
with the look in your eyes
you, between me
and suicide
if you didn't need me
I don't think
I would need myself.