I’m scared, because I can feel you slipping.
Away from me, more so everyday.

I’m scared, because I can feel myself slipping.
Darker, deeper, farther away from the promises I made.

I worry, because I don’t want to lose you.
These ties have been worn too thin.

I worry, because I don’t want to lose my place.
Maybe the outside is where I belong.

I’m saddened, because I’ve been reaching out.
My hand is perpetually open for you to take.

I’m saddened, because you won’t reach back
And my gesture is lost in the darkness.

So when we finally reach the end,
The edge of human charity,

I’ll simply be disappointed.
Because, in the end, I’ll have lost.