I hold your hand so tightly because I have such great fear of losing you in the crowd. For you to dissolve sparkly like a handful of dirt in the sea, not longer my hands able to grab you. For you dissipating speck by speck into this massively freckled universe, becoming another unnamed galaxy for me. So great fear of de-knowing you, watching you turn into a stranger, looking away from me. Looking away from me.
How I fear for your love to fade like words traced in sand with a stick, wave by wave. How I fear for the ocean claiming you. For your words to be perishable, to get stale like cookies after a year; for them to crumble into bready dust when I hold them for a kiss.
I may be not so pretty after a while. No longer the droplet of water that eases your thirst. You may no longer be drawn like the Moon to the Earth to me, as the space is expanding steadily.
And it all would be natural, I suppose. Natural as erosion, as disease. I hold your hand so tight, and yet, it keeps sliding out like I accidentally caught a fish.
How I fear for your love to fade like words traced in sand with a stick, wave by wave. How I fear for the ocean claiming you. For your words to be perishable, to get stale like cookies after a year; for them to crumble into bready dust when I hold them for a kiss.
I may be not so pretty after a while. No longer the droplet of water that eases your thirst. You may no longer be drawn like the Moon to the Earth to me, as the space is expanding steadily.
And it all would be natural, I suppose. Natural as erosion, as disease. I hold your hand so tight, and yet, it keeps sliding out like I accidentally caught a fish.
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