Perception might just be
some kinda
relativity of sight's
subjectivity
mishearing these things to
know those words
without knowing how to use them correctly
and
now another 'White Christmas' again is in my head
sang out too loudly alone to myself
and to those who would listen to
those abandoned that one time
sharing with someone not yet there but
from the parapet I remember
not having been too hopeless from this one time being
optimistic
or even actually thinking
such or and too
much about
the smaller words and waves feeling
more majestic
asking of me not to be
so
got
damned
ready
to leave
