The footprints in the sandy soil led through the white gate
Down onto the beach, and away toward the waves
To where I lost them.
I looked out to the ocean and saw some children swimming
and being tossed by the waves.
She had a habit of crossing busy roads in front of cars
And acting surprised.
Once I saw her stand too close to a train as it rocketed by,
So close, the hem of her skirt lifted and was made dirty by the wheels.
I could not see her now, but only saw the prints leading toward the sea,
would she walk into the waves?
Panic consumed me
But stopping myself, wondering who to call,
I realised she had left me
More than a year ago.
That I should still think of her
And panic so
Leaves me breathless.