Physically I might've been there.
Loud bustling fun,
the eccentric energy flowing through the beats,
contrasted by the faint attempts by some
to hold common conversation.
I was there. I saw it all. I felt it all.

But I really was at the dock.
The quiet, cold, dreary one.
The one that reaches towards the middle
of a fog layered lake.
And I sat under the grey sky,
on the edge of the dock
dangling my feet just above the water,
letting the slight breeze
and air that carried the smell of fresh rain
flow through my veins.

I enjoyed being at the dock.
It was safe, calm.
And then I saw you.
It was like...