No one knows

How many shows

I booked

Hoping when I looked

Out at the crowd

I’d find you in the sound

Waiting like you never left

Your eyes still kept

Glowing with the illumination of desire

As their earthy tones try to inspire

Me to fill my mind with dreams of home

Instead of many lives spent windblown

However, it’s a foolish fantasy

This mimicry of Jay Gatsby

Reaching my arms out to your shore

Where even the green light shines no more

And yet, still, here I’ll be

The silhouette of a man thrashing in the sea

To be borne back into the memory

Of your currents, again, beating back against me.

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