And you, knowing the past,
Did not suffer to see me pass.
That bright, newly polished
spark marked another crazed
fellow.

And you, one year ago,
Could not have seen me wave
the passing cruise, and did not see
the marshmallow rays when
You looked starbord to a
Southern Escapade.

And you, knowing my heart aches,
Did not suffer to see my body shake.

The bright, tarnished sugar-candied
point of view, went westwards
when I left you.