Indifferent 

Be fifteen
That in-between
And do not care
What snarled your hair 
The where your walk
Or when

Be then fifty
That year of glee
And reminisce 
What life’s half-kiss
The who your smile
Or why

Someday Sunday

Northbound perhaps?
With the cold for your friend
Would that you’d walk
To the end of the Earth
And fall straight-away 
For all that you’ve cost your heart 
With the wrong kind of noise
Then the most silent voice 
Could continue in peace 
To champion somebody else