It Wasn't Us (or Sympathy For My Ex's Exes)

This is a slight change of pace. It may appear there's no direct "Sea" reference.  I would argue that any sure knowledge, any knowing, for me, will stem from time spent connecting to source - the sea. 

For every woman who's ever gotten in line . . . 

and for every man who eventually looks up in surprise to find nobody there.

they just get lovelier

each consecutive one

eyes sparklier,

smile brighter

with each new one I wonder

where was the . . .

(chocolate cake, hand on the small of the back, lingering gaze, flirty whisper)

when I was there?

and then the eyes and the smile change
(a knowing)
 and then the eyes and the smile CHANGE
(a going)

and I realized I, too, sparkled and was bright

I was simply the first in the sparkly, bright line

and the liberating truth is that

none of us was ever anything less than sparkly and bright

it. wasn’t. us.