You've taken your place in my mind
And it's a recollection of something true
It's a piece of the past that ebbs, swells again
Waves on the rocks in the distance
Pulls on my feet and sucks the sand underneath my toes
I can find you on that empty shore
Squinting into the sunset
Trying to see the surfer boys in their wetsuits
Taking pictures of dead birds half buried in the sand
And condoms washed up beside the seaweed
And your footprint in the wet sand
You're always there-
a recollection that will always exist
Always true
Right up there on the Santa Monica Pier
Fishing off the end
Taking pictures of the seagulls that flapped
and gobbled up the cast off remains
I can find you staring at the sand
Following the footprints of your life
Back to this place...
And leaping into the cold waves with your t-shirt on
And your shoes washed out of your hand
To slide into the shore and out again
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