Dom
Voice funnels through the speakers.
Water runs down eyelashes, caught before they can run anymore.
It’s different this time though.
Years have passed, people have passed
Since the first one.
Don’t forget about me.
In my mind I still see
Walks on rocks
Boarding below sunset
Pebbles by artist point
Drives through downtown.
I pluck those strings hoping to imitate, but this time only two ears listen.
Hours spent alone
Fingers calloused
Picks on the floor
Posters on the wall.
Crack in the body, I can’t play.
A new one will be in that corner, someday.
New freckles.
Sunburn’s cover, me.
What could possibly go wrong.
I’m older now, but I still skip rocks.
And I can’t keep track of all my socks.
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