Do you remember
the days when you used to
believe in things that were
deeper than the surface?
Days that would hold you
in eager, edge-of-seat anticipation
as you awaited their arrival?
Do you remember?

Hell, you barely even
remember yesterday anymore.
The lines have crossed and
twisted in so many ways you’re
pulling strings just to sort yourself out.
Think about it, there on that pier,
overlooking the ocean in
all of it’s eternity.

You were 15.
Meeting a young girl with
cigarettes in her mouth but still
kissed with a taste of evergreen.
It was one o’clock in the morning
and that Tybee breeze held you
rigid even in the warmth
of a July summer night.

Think about the glory in those days.
Think about the love.
The love that filled those
dreaming eyes, praying,
for someone to come
and to know you as their own.
I think you forgot those nights,
those days, those dreams.
Please,
find them once again.