When the tide came in

Connect me to something that is real, for I lost my footing when the tide came in. The ocean wiped the evidence of my footprints and left the sand bare of my presence. 

Connect me to something that was yours, because I cannot find you anymore. All that remains are your words written in ink and your imagination sun-faded on the pages.

Connect me to something that is hidden, to the place that only exists in your head. Show me a sign when my eyes want to close and recite your stories as sleep pulls me in.

Take my hand once you find me in the sand and I will follow you and the ocean will wipe the evidence of my footprints and I will disappear.