Sunken Dreams

Tourists season, it's the same old crowd.
They come out here once a year -
year after year-
Hoping the sand and the waves 
can mend their broken souls;
hoping to find something they lost,
somewhere in their childhood.
They never will.
They never do.
Yet, they come back,
constantly searching for their lost paradise - 
buried somewhere under the whitecaps --
sunken dreams claimed by the sea.

They give us one week
before they go home,
with nothing but a sunburn --
and a credit card swipe at beachy seafood place.

Memories of putt-putt and hotel margaritas
carry them through, till next year. 

Move outs on Sunday
Don't forget your T-shirt.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, much a like a relationship----we are hoping to find something to mend our broken heart...we pay for a time's worth of feelings, expensive emotions...and yet we right back into the loneliness...maybe next year, will try love again.

j.

[James]

Interesting take on this. Thank you Jacob.