Sand Floor

I have to say
Sometimes it hurts
To think back to the days when
All dinners weren't from freezers and I knew
When you'd be
Home.

Sometimes I feel like
We are all just
Ships passing
Blowing foghorns just to find you
Through this thick
Mass of gray.

The floor we walk upon
Often feels as though it's
Made of sand
At any moment could wash away
Taken by the sea
And leave me drowning
On dry land.

Walking from day to day I'm careful
That feet won't make imprints in this place
I'd rather make it as though I was never here
Than seem permanent where I could never stay.