Things Unseen

her - nonexistant

I feel the sand sink beneath my

feet and fall to my knees

trying to touch every

outline of your footprints,

but it's too soft to

hold its shape.

I take a deep breath,

standing, hoping

you left behind any smells or sounds

as clues but all I can hear

is the wind and the waves

and the fear roots

itself deeper in me.

This should teach me not

to bend to curiosity and a pretty voice.

My head is dizzy and I feel

my balance wavering again.

"Come back, please."

My voice comes out weak,

drowned by the movement

and sound of people

surging around  

me as if

I don't exist,

threatening to

swallow me whole.

This is why I hate darkness.