I come here too often
I stare at the remnants and shell of a tight-knit house
And the sight of it rends me knotted with regret
To know a man had built it so carefully and clean
And lived and cared for its beauty until it gleaned
In the sheet-like sunshine that shone from the city
Only today there’s a gray sky on the harbor
A cityscape rendered unfocused by rainfall
But the rain is halted at city’s edge
I’m left only to wonder if it comes my way
And I assume that it will, as it always does
This house has trapped me here, but it never tells
It will moan and creak in the wind but hush the shells
Of other schemes and plans washed up by ocean swells
When they speak of their troubles and regret
This island has not been littered enough, yet
It is far too clean to be of concern to those in the city
Who are all caught up in their weeping and self-pity
From the rain and waves that made this island so shitty
I come here too often
I stare at the remnants and shell of a tight-knit house
And the sight of it rends me knotted with regret
To know that I haven’t visited the city yet
