At the Pier The beat yearns to go on but the drummer is gone
I have said your name over and over Until it became a mystery Melting into the air There's nothing left but a conflation of smiles Perhaps the white heat of the eternal summer here Burned everything into chalk Don't explain, for I'll forget Explain and I'll still choose to forget Because we cannot stay long on this broken bridge The truth is you are best loved As memorable absence Your best feature will be a blank slate Already you have become one With the people at the pier Part of a dotted pattern shrinking As an ocean expands between us You call to me and I answer in a drone Like a well-trained bureaucrat Forgive me, my promises were written in chalk By Betsy Esther Tan QLRS Vol. 8 No. 3 Jul 2009_____
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