you're softer and less certain, looking out over ledges,
dipping dreamily into past places, sipping at a cigarette,
just the tip of your toe out over

you are part of a different group of people now, 

you realised it I'm sure, you must have

seen how tangled you are, tripping along,

all lit up by something, then;  no gosh, that's wrong, 

strung out like a curtain, billowing and strong, 

directly out to sea you swim, 

until the currents do you wrong.