The green light of Facebook messenger
That means you have something to say
To me.
Not quite
The emereld orb that Gatsby poured over
Desperate to salvage a broken love.
The hopeful gazing and symbolic constant
Of that light, that water, that girl.
Not quite
The way he loved her, obsessive
Ownership, grappling and too strong,
Waving arms trying to hold on to a love
Made of water. Slippy, moving, free.
Not quite
The years of waiting, desperate
undertakings
Of every single decision made
For her. Her face everywhere.
Her life force in every dusty corner of
him.
Still
You have something to say to me.
My smudged screen the telegram of today.
My LED green pin a poor imitation
Of Daisy’s pulsing light across the bay.
Too foggy. A lost kind of way to love.
Ah well
Don’t shoot the messenger.
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