I tried to hold you gently
As if every breath from your lungs
As if every beat of your heart
As if every perfume of your hair
Were treasure beyond all.
But in that moment I felt you slipping away.
I could taste the growing emptiness of your words.
I could feel the dying glow of our embers…
Fading as twilight draws the fading light of our day.
The harder I try to hold on, to hold you,
The more we fade.
As if every drop of your life water finds a crack in my clasped palms.
This moment, dripping moment by moment
Soon to be nothing.
And in my hands,
Nothing left but an ache.
Empty, love lost.
© 2017 W. C. Stacia, Jr.