sea shore

the light’s on but nobody’s home.

it’s the end of the world out there.

i think we’ve lost each other at the beach,

somewhere between wet clumps of sand and tousled honeymoon sheets.

when life rails on, will you be there?

if i get on a plane, will you be sleeping somewhere?

standing on a ledge, scared to take the leap,

there’s not a single night when i stop counting sheep,

running, hiding, stopping, flighting,

hitting, kicking, downward spiraling.

are you sure you’ve passed the tunnel?

are you sure i’m doing this right?

we talked about the shore a dozen times,

where there’s struggle not worth the fight.

this road is long without you.

i’m still wondering whether we will seek to reach it,

see it, climb it, sit on it,

poke it, poke it, poke it,

that place at the shore.