The bottle was
half empty
that’s a fact
perception had
nothing to do w/it
I taught myself
Spanish
just so I could
sing along
Doors opened and
shut
The concrete
steps that led
down to the
beach were covered in
graffiti, blood,
and seaweed
The wet sand was
the color of your eyes
I was sipping
the salt mist
you were sliding
past all that
like a shadow on
stained glass
The music was
great
I did the Shuffle,
I did the Stroll, I did the
Quasimodo
