You are not the only person i’ve loved looking at that light Green, blinking over the water in fact, i said goodbye to my first staring at it i soared with my second in its glow but each one, each one faded, or crashed, either by my malicious hand, or my incompetent rudder i have pulled so much from so little i knew that light meant everything now i have learned, it is just a light in reality it exists only to demarcate the left side of the safe path not to me, not to me, to me, like one before me, it was everything a green light blinking in the Distance every future i could hope for each time filled with a different You i’ve sat in the same spot on the same sandy shore and said the same things the same way the only difference You god, i hope You are different i hope i feel differently about You but i do not, i can not know i hope our ship will not sink like the rest Illuminated by my kitschy and distracted heart always looking for the next metaphor Blinking, noiselessly but immutable i am sorry **** me and my poetry i am sorry in the fall there will be a fourth.