Lighthouse

Wait, I can almost see
The shadow on your lip
Starting to sprout some sort of growth
You mournful sod

Wait, I left I here
Climbing steps to the lighthouse bunks we shared
Smoking clouds in the dusty shot of light
With mournful calls
On the hour

Skipping stones I anchored in
Pockets that dropped below my hips
Flashing passers with inadvertent care
We played there

Wait, I left I here
Climbing steps to the lighthouse bunks we shared
Smoking clouds in the dusty shot of light
With mournful calls
On the hour

Oh my world, it's a far sigh
From the candy lines and chewing gum
That masked smoke
In the olive growth
Of the lighthouse lines

In the lineup on that shot
Backs flat on a white wall
Separated by a breath we half smiled
Overexposed



Credits
Writer(s): Nina Mcquigge
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