in the way it seeps into the meeting of our palms and pulls us away.
And i fear for the day
that i will feel for the warmth of your palm
in the miles and miles between
but you, and your undimming warmth would have walked away
Never to feel nor hold nor dream with nor hear laugh again
It would be a void
and i would feel a sinking into myself
to rediscover who i was with you
how i possibly became worthy to hold your hand in the first place
and how i could ever. ever let go.
