For Ryan Jacob
Why doesn’t every day feel like the day
we drove endlessly around the island
smoking packs of cigarettes
singing into sea air.
We ended up on the pier that night,
dark purple shining into the blackened ocean.
We joked we would never leave each other
we would jump off the pier instead,
jump into the abyss, waves rumbling below
and disappear without worry.
Why doesn’t every moment feel like the moment
I almost took your hand and reached into the stars,
to let the thick unknowing cradle us
sweep us away together.