Footprints
“Footprints”
I am soaked now.
In the water.
Way out at sea.
But my head is still above.
I can see you in the distance.
At the shore.
If the tide becomes right I can get there.
But my swim is weak.
Age?
Distance?
The forces of currents?
It is getting dark now.
Hard to see.
Not sure... but I think you walked away.
I’ll swim there anyway...
But I fret.
Of what I may find...
Just Footprints in the sand...
