They’re coming faster.
I can no longer keep up.
Instead, I suck down mock tails in the places where only the tourists and the down trodden go.
I look across the water
At an island I’ll never live on
And think of those I lost, alienated,
ran away, or buried in my emotional basement.
I know they are there.
So I chase gnats away from my ginger beer and repeat every holiday, and all birthdays I can remember…