When everything is gone and we are forgotten

Just know that it’s because I gave the go-ahead

It’s not a simple gesture but

Something that I will have thought about

For centuries prior

As I tried to sleep at night.

Restless motion is nothing special

But I have empty pockets to give you

Only my tired eyes and chapped lips

Which have been torn away by the wind

Leaving me with a brackish fortune.

My emotions have been worn down

Like a stubbed toe or a bruised knee

Or eyeliner that I forgot to take off

And they’re hard to feel since

I have been anesthetized with the tide.

If we topple from splendor one day,

As we inevitably will,

Will our statues be bronze or gold

And will children climb on our

Frozen arms and legs

And will the people sing of us

LIke we are beside them?

These are the things I wonder sometimes

Because eventually when we tremble and fall

I hope there is a net to catch you

And I hope a fisherman gives you his sweater

And I hope you will taste the salt air

While I fade away, deservedly.