adrift

That's how I feel.

I feel like I'm lost in a ocean of loneliness and sorrow. I try to hold on to you, I really try. But life, the unrelenting tempest, keeps pushing us in different directions.

Sometimes the deck of my old ship brushes your shore, its true. But soon it is pushed away again, in a agonizing dance. I just want to go home to you, but I have really lost the notion of what home is.

Are you home? Am I home? Or is home the feeling of missing something?

The truth is I feel lost.