I was hooked on my very first visit.
A bittersweet trip that ended exquisite.
So now I go back to the worlds most famous beach,
searching for and grasping at
things out of reach.
One more day with my father,
healthy and sober.
Out on the balcony with the breeze of October.
I know it’s something that I’ll never get
yet I sit there hoping that I’ll never forget.
One more night with a lover who I only new briefly.
She still lingers in my thoughts,
She was that beautiful . . . believe me.
When its time to leave and head back north,
I find myself wishing for one more day here
One more day of my feet in the sand.
One more day to accomplish everything I had planned.