under the pier 1 -
I didn't mean it ...
you were everything, didn't you know??
didn't I show you in a thousand little ways?
(at least as many sizable ones) ...
but I can't take it back, not now ... not ever
I remember standing on this spot - the very same
our first kiss ... your hair lit by carnival lights
the gibbous moon cutting wave-tops to shards
us, barefoot in the sand under the pier
I dreamed so many things in that moment, wondrous
but never this ... never such horror
blue police lights spinning ...
dancing on the pilings like phantom faces
gulls cackling as they pull you from the seaweed
eyes reflecting the moon ...
but not ... life.
Submitted on June 11, 2020
To the "Brian's Select C, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest
Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
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