Island of the Lost

I awake

On a beach-

The place where

Lost things

Wash ashore.

And I know that,

Despite my

Begging

That he be

My tether

To reality,

He has

Let

Me

Go

And I have

Lost myself.

Somewhere out there

Is a

Shell,

An

Echo

Of me

Imitating life.

But she's empty.

Because I am here

On the beach

With the

Lost keys,

Library books,

And

Bobby pins

Alone.

Watching the

Spray of the

Ocean

Hitting the

Rocks

Hoping that he

Will wash ashore

Because he has become

Lost

Without

Me,

Too.