alienated
Now I turn the music, slow and soft— the long-lost desire and love begin to grow. The mustached man and his words, “I’ll be there for you—your high and low.” Oh, how I miss everything and all— nineteen and naive, slowly taking the fall. Your lunchtime, your plane, while I was on a bus, your 4 A.M.—but I was in a rush. Boats and tides, dolphins for the first time, sea birds— oh, our conversations, the comfort in your words. I’m buried under a landslide of those. It wasn’t love, I thought. But the endless talk— “I’ll buy you a French château, Lockheed Martin and 200 Hawks.” Ping!! Your text, while you’re caught in the tide. Iroise Sea—how I despise thee. You might’ve thought I forgot, but the lights of Boeing and Airbus I still see. I’ve still kept the promise— all the memories inside me. As I think back, you pulled me out of dark, held me tight— now it’s all light. But now you’re a ghost to me. You haunt everything I see, everything you did.
