Hang on to me — Series

My fingers were made too small to grip on to the passing moments.

When they feel like the only thing I need how could I bare to let them go?

How could I bare to let you go?

And so I am asking, nay, pleading for you to hang on to me as long as you can,

to whisper your sweetness as I weave my too small fingers into yours

Is it wrong to put love where it shouldn’t be?

With ease precious words are mistaken for simple syrup and I’m back in it

Time folded over itself,

In June.

You are a friendly fire of all things I don’t know

Throw me into senseless love and the world has devolved into noise

Fickle is as fickle does,

these days are but memories.

In empty spaces worlds are collapsing before mine own eyes

and the light clings on to floating spaceships of dust to remind me that the dawn has arrived.

Can you see it yet?

The beginning and end of all things.

With baited breath I speak with you,

hoping you’ll let my lungs loose.

Can you feel that I am afraid?

Can you feel that I watch time effortlessly slip away?

I will ask you one last time to hold on to me.