This one goes out to all of you
are the words I slowly start to think
as I gaze out at a beautiful nothing
in the midst of which I start to sink.
And as I turn and hear your voice
that odd remembrance I find
because it seems so often we don't have a choice
when you go back to the front of the line.
But while I just stare at the ground,
because i find it holds so much,
I realize exactly how much has been found
and how we almost seem to touch.