Clasping on to anything and everything.
I tremble in fear of no love in sight.
I hold on to long forgotten memories and passing moments
to feel something
despair fills my longs and I get too familiar with the language of neediness.
you were there
where I was
when it was us.
that time in the past when my being was still hopeful and my body stronger.
you can't go back
I shouldn't want to go back.
but I feel safe in the past
comfortable in comfort and at home in your presence.
without you realizing I was holding on, I'm letting go.