Dawning Creations

You’re lost.

Frightened away by an intense flash of a feeling, you took off.

The puddles confounded you.
Where was once familiar, didn’t quite connect in your busy mind.
Upside down distortions mirroring back at you.
Jumping and darting through them, your jeans soaked through, you cannot discern the puddles’ reflections from what’s in front of you.

I didn’t want to frighten you.
I only wanted you to understand.

I wish you had not chosen to go.

You’re lost.

The puddles have bested you and
you’re theirs now to hold.