the water is an infinite mirror factory
and the walk rocks beneath the memories
the fog, the path, our hands almost meeting
not
the immigrating ghosts disappearing
passing in the heat that fades so cold
and they said my face was laid in crystals
all the I love yous' I never said at all the
right times I didn't say them
how I didn't take your hand
and can't let anyone in
these waters are filled with pirate families
and ghosts who don't trust me yet
I'll find the little infamies and wait a while, still
at the edge
wade in slowly and vanish
