These different states we walk across, our toes skimming the edge, arms out for balance.
My head is like a metronome swinging back and forth. The only reason it stays is because its attached to my neck.
We continue to hop the rest of these bobbing platforms. They dip in and out of the water that we're forging across together.
You're a few steps ahead of me. It doesn't seem that much distance but suddenly you're being swallowed by the fog.
I can't see you tip-toeing over the lonely islands anymore.
I'm lost and even though I'm afraid I try to make my way. I stop just on the verge in my bare feet on the slippery isle.
I look up and away from my cold toes and through the thick haze I see the pattern of your summer dress.
Little blue and yellow flowers dance in the now blowing wind. Your leg peeks out and they step back. I reach out a hand for you.
But I suddenly lose my footing. I sway and and grab at the air. I find myself falling into water that never touches my skin.