Float Away
Beauty is elusive.
It races through my mind,
like a doe through the forest
nothing but instinct saying “run”
and the sound of the hunter,
gaining, gaining.
I race towards the seashore,
I find nothing, nothing,
nothing but sand
that slips through my fingers
like you did.
I cannot breathe.
The air is too thick
with lovers professing in the moonlight.
It makes me sick.
I cannot see, the alcohol blurs my vision
and I scrabble for purchase,
fruitlessly,
in the sand.
I awaken to the tide
creeping slowly round my knees,
pulling at my arms
and whispering “please stay”.
I lay back
and watch myself float away.
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