Of the Sea by Richard VinceYou are now further inland than I,
Enjoying an almost land locked state
Made ironic by your name.
I wonder if you miss that
Concrete coastline, or do you prefer
To show deserts to that car,
Older than my father's cousin?
You seem to have a knack of
Choosing to live in places I would
Not consider visiting.
I hope they welcome you
As readily as I would have.
I hope I was as useful to you
In growing up as you were to me,
And though I have forgotten much,
I still remember things like
Your old voicemail number,
And the meaning of your name.
You still keep me awake at night
Occasionally, like now, but
I doubt you know that.
Whether you noticed you were
At the time is just another
Little thing I will never know.
Just like I will never know you. 09/03/2004 Posted on 09/06/2004 Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
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