Dom

Voice funnels through the speakers.

Water runs down eyelashes, caught before they can run anymore.

It’s different this time though.

Years have passed, people have passed

Since the first one.

Don’t forget about me.

In my mind I still see

Walks on rocks

Boarding below sunset

Pebbles by artist point

Drives through downtown.

I pluck those strings hoping to imitate, but this time only two ears listen.

Hours spent alone

Fingers calloused

Picks on the floor

Posters on the wall.

Crack in the body, I can’t play.

A new one will be in that corner, someday.

New freckles.

Sunburn’s cover, me.

What could possibly go wrong.

I’m older now, but I still skip rocks.

And I can’t keep track of all my socks.