Thoughts as sweet as candy,
Bitter now, from all I missed,
Like little rocks, soft and sandy,
Grinding into all my shit.
I miss the salty breeze, and rolling waves,
Not this gravel, nor these doling pains.
Guilt grips me with awful fangs,
I forgot to call or text,
Even if you did the same,
If I wanted it, I would try my best,
Instead I read, or write, or play a game.
My mind is occupied with many tasks,
So no, I won’t go out, not even if you ask,
For if I walk upon those dunes,
I will find sand within my shoes.