It Could Help But Is Selfish

Gone today.
Because the waves were leaving.
The sound of my footsteps pressed in sand.

A pink sky.

I can’t see my body.
Not a dream or nightmare.
I can’t think to yell out,
“How much farther away will you be?”

As the echoes ripple,
There’s nothing to hold onto.
A sky with no sound.
With water darker than night.

Pulling away from this fear,
Letting my arms break free.
I’m now in a maze with no corners,
Lost with no borders.

Gone today,
My quiet voice.
I could stay here forever, I feel everything.

Floating. The water swaying with the wind.