I didn’t know if you’d ever return.
I’d been good, you see.
Always doing what was expected of me.
You stayed away,
I had constant thoughts of the bay.
The way in which you’d made my body sway.
neigh, spray, say.
You’d do anything but stay.
Maybe it was me.
I wasn’t carefree enough,
I went and obtained too many degrees.
You left nothing of me but debris.
I have nothing else to emit.
There’s nothing else for me to admit,
lest I become a hypocrite.