Seaside

I’ve found myself lately
Walking along the washed
And rewashed shore,
Where early morning bandits
Slip in and steal up
Unbroken shells
For the crooks at souvenir shops
To resell to a quaint family
From the Illinois farmland

Breathing in
Tobacco smoke;
I know it’s not
What’s gonna get me.
Been running through
A thousand unspent conversations,
Trying to rewrite
All my wrongs,
Wishing we still had a chance
To gaze in to
One another’s
Weary eyes
As our paths thin,
Dwindling down
To a collective end

I scratch symbols on the walls;
Holding in my fingertips
The last broken corner
Of a long-gone wish,
That
Maybe,
Maybe,
Somewhere beyond
My darkest dream,
Somebody might actually
Come to know
Me