My finger tips
Hold the thread of you
Dangling precariously
…
We had passion…
Promise
Promises
…
You linger at my touch
Hovering above the abyss
Pleading
…
We had the future…
Promise
Promises
…
It’s simple, a little flit, easy
Releasing the rest of you
To fall…fall

The last inches to go
Infinitely gone
Done