in the middle of the woods

a frantic hand sweeps your face
eyes as blue as the deepest sea
a faint aroma of desperation
your skin has lost all color
a strange twist in the loop of your words
and the rhythm is off its melody
a frantic hand waves at me
the pools of your tides beckon
“jump in” you say
i step back and away
“come join me” you say
i look towards the sky
a canopy of branches and leaves
“please don’t leave me”
i look to where i came
“i don’t want to be alone”
i supposed you got lost on purpose
i supposed you didn’t need anyone
but in a dream, your desperation
reached me like a ring of a phone
i shouldn’t have picked it up
i said hello
and you were gone