Touch me
gently
I’m losing my hold
I’m letting go
My last fingers just curled around the tether.
Behind me, little dots
Little dots of light
Stars of yore in the cold frightening firmament.

And I am losing hold.

It’s so dark outside of me
And not a friend in sight
I look inside
for a last vestige
And it’s darker than the night.

Hold me firm, now
Whisper a lullaby
Tell me lies and calm me down.
Assure me
that I won’t be made
such a fool again.

But hold me quick
before I drift
before I let me go
Touch me now
Save me from the stars of yore,
the little dots of light.

1Life.