Footprints

I am walking on sand

Counting footprints

Of people I've met

Majority of them were found far behind me

Made by people turning back

How many, I couldn't count

Some are erased by the sea

Marks of people who passed by and crumbled by the wind easily

There are footprints with long gaps

Probably from people who ran away

I have no idea of it's mine or theirs

It's kinda vague

Currently

There are footprints beside mine

How many, I couldn't see

The sand is filling my eyes

I'm tired now.

My sight is now blurry

And all it can see

Are the few footprints ahead of me

By the time I reach the end

Will I only see a pair? 

It's scary.

I bury my feet deep in the sand.