The sounds of your steps drown behind me as we walk,
looking back, the sand holds no evidence of another trail.
But didn't I have your hand in mine?
You leaned back and whispered how you loved the ocean breeze, laughing as I itted to being terrified. It wasn't meant to be funny but I smiled.
That was all a fiction of my imagination?
Or you existed but not quite.
My fingers held onto seafoam,
a fleeting cold before it simmered down to an empty hand; mine.
You dissipated like vapours under the scrutiny of the sun's glare, perhaps demanding much more than your existence could surmise.
You claimed to be the waters,
while drowning in beneath.
I was always standing alone even by your side.
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