Did I leave too soon?
The smell of sea salt keeps coming back to me, but that couldn’t have been you.
Did I forget something in my last dream? Did I leave my wallet, my pants, my second set of skin?
Something’s missing. That’s all I know. No beginning, middle, or end, just this. And what this is, well, your guess is probably better than mine. But I can’t find where I left you, not for the life of me. And trying to retrace my steps isn’t like looking for lost keys. Searching that way will only lead me in spirals.
So well done. Congrats!