My poem

 Tides pull in,

I think about you. 

I wish we 

"are we together?"

were doing that. 

Instead of two beautiful human beings

facing opposite directions. 

But that's life baby. 

I'm jumping on an old wave to bring back memories that everyone has because of media. 

Like the cigarette smoke drifting out of the los angeles private detective's window as the trumpet wails from the heart sadly but full of soul. Like there might be some comfort in all being lost. That's the sound of noir, and that's the sound of a really mysterious wave that we somehow all cobbled together and loved so much. 

So that's that. Thanks for the memories.