I’m unsure,
uncertain,
scared.
What happens next?
That light in the seemingly never ending darkness seems to have diminished;
a wavering reminder of where I want to be,
who I want to be,
who I am
seems but a distant fading star.
Coldness holds me in this place
in this darkness and lonely in this,
this life I grasp for what’s real and it falls through my fingers,
these stained digits of hopelessness
clenching at nothingness.
White knuckled in despair,
I see you.
I remember your touch.
I remember your taste,
the honeyed kiss of your lip,
your skin
I drink in the sweetness that is you.
The blinds clank against the window and I am startled to a dazed wake.
I rub the last look of you from my eye and swallow the last of your taste…
