i
thought you were beautiful
beyond
the expression
of
any collection of words
ocean
view
black
and blue
under
a sky
that’s
full of you
stood
on this shore before
your
hand in mine
watching
whispers
of
the divine
heaven
and earth
had
given birth
to
an ever changing perfection
now
i behold
without
your hand to hold
and
the soft ocean breezes
waft
without whispers
i
know i’m over you
and
most days you’re forgotten
but
when love was our review
i’d
have dug you up and kissed you rotten
somewhere
in my alphabet soup
i
spelled questions
wondering
if you were the reason
i
strayed and stayed
on
these dark streets
preaching
the inevitable decay
of
a universe that once
held
me in awe with its wonders
maybe
you were
i’m
not sure
but
if i’m over you
why
is my exit still due?
and
why when i think of what
i
will want with a woman
i
think of what we had?
i
strip to my boxers
and
run into the crashing waves
resurface
and scream at all in view
for
being too beautiful
like
you always were
but
this is all just memories
not
an existential quandary
i
leave the waves and write in the wet sand,
“everything
ends”
then
watch the rushing tide
sweep
it away
sometimes
i wish i had a car
i’d
drive so far
from
all these places
that
holds memories of you
but
i know what i’d really do
drive
to where i know you are
hold
a boom box over my head
and
blast “shame”
by
rollins band
only
to realize you’re not home
and
have your neighbors
call
the police
who
escort me back to
the
dark streets of decay
or
this beach
where
your hand is still out of reach
seagulls
soar and screech
but
not one of them
is
trying to find an existence
beyond
the garbage heap
and
i become one
with
their existence
(three
asterisks go here)
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