Staying is a form of haunting.

I don't know
whether it's the mind or the heart
that refused to let go,
incessant, untouched.

My trail steered towards
their station,
a cerulean sky,
an ekphrastic response

where the jigsaw-interlock
of sand grains mocked
the subtle imperfections
inherent in any life.

So you joined the dance anyway.