confussion

i left last night at midnight…

bound for where it all began…

i am in islamorada florida…

i stood in the same place i stood when my son died…

i went to all the places i used to know…

i walked with the ghosts of christmas past…

i survived…

my sin is that i survived…

the air is salty sweet, warm and soft…

my tropical paradise is still here….

it moved on without me when i could not…

i survived then and now…

i haven’t had a drink in 34 years…

i’m going to the White Whale and have mea rum and coke and fistful of oysters…

because i survived…