If that lantern still glows green at the end of your dock, I don't see it anymore.
The parties have stopped, and I have packed up the house,
marked it for sale, and moved on to somewhere new.
I do not need to see the distance to know you were always just out of reach.
The glow has lost its allure, and I am finding a mutual love,
a home, and lights to long for in a softer hue.
Beckon to someone else's wicked sense of envy and self-destruction.
I read that book, and I refuse to play out that ending.
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Love the Gatsby reference
Beautifully sad, and the image caught my eye, reminding me of this YouTube video of mine https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vdD9IGArBuY
I really like how this captures the moment of finally letting go of something that once held power over you.