Plages Roses by Amedee-Julien Marcel-Clement

am I a cloud reflected on water evaporated before I exist held in a two dimensional plane in-between but not anywhere shadows scream at my absence no matter how hard I chase I can't catch up never feel I fully arrive sometimes I take the deepest breath think ~ "this time I'll grasp hold somehow" if only the darkness didn't swallow me up the breeze delights in whispering I'm nothing moved along as if insignificant dropped without warning to shatter into pieces and on it goes til the end of time stop me here all is never lost cycles are constantly moving ever present I transpire soak disappear reappear retain hope I can't hold on but I exist still in flux to be present in a moment or absent in one I take form if I soak you through to your skin through you ~ the embodiment I yearn for don't send me away to become a visceral haunting a spectral presence clinging shamefully to feel your warmth brushed off to fall to the floor I know it's temporary I just can't help but feel every death