What if I get lost?
What if I can't find my way?
Will I feel guilty from the cost,
will I feel sad that I didn't stay?

I always thought that you'd be there
to hold my hand
whenever I felt lonely, whenever I felt scared
but I guess I had to learn on my own
that not everything goes as planned...


"But what if I get lost?"
I asked mother.
"Just hold my hand," she replied.
I held as tightly as I could,
as we made our way through the crowd.
Faces drifted by in a blur.
We were pushed and pulled
by bodies squeezing by us.

I could feel as our hands
began to slide apart.
I reached my small fingers towards hers,
but they were already gone.