Monday 15 June 2015

...

Because time is cruel.
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.