Adrift Key

Roses in our old beds
Laying unmade
Are only wilting
While they rest

And the ones we tend to
Grow mature

Sand is only blacker
The closer to the coast
Tightly packed beach
In between your toes

Lit by a sunset
Closing down the world
It’s time to go home
It’s time to go home

To a tent
To a car
To a house
To a home

To sweet music, jokes,
And a family your own

Sand between your toes
On a border of two states
Cape Disappointment
A bridge between two worlds

We all walked to that wedding
But came bac...