The pier between white sand and concrete

A bustling highway
Connecting two sides of the same town
Just south of the bar
A couple of mangroves too far
On the reef of a bay
Who’s already seen its heyday
The pressure of two bodies on a broken pier
Out and dry on top of the sea
Between white sand and concrete
Lights flickering on the sphere
Big tanks filled with nicotine
To our earth, our isle, our fields


Our lungs cold with Nevada
Our bodies warm with cheap wine
It was dark and the stars felt safe to shine
Bob Marley delineated life
He inspired you, he made you reflect
What a wise man you’d declare
Fuck yeah I’d affirm


Our friendship was shallow like the sea beneath our feet
But our minds were connected through depth
They bonded over reggae and cigarettes
Alcohol and inexperienced loins
I wanted to kiss you
But I never got the chance


Those nights brought us close
But now your dimensions are torn
Do you still visit the pier
Between white sand and concrete?