Of the Sea

by Richard Vince

You 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.


Posted on 09/06/2004
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Bethany Lee on 05/03/06 at 01:42 AM

i hear you with depth in this piece. i've been in that state, asking those questions...brilliantly worded.

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