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 always 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.