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.