Every word said by you I cling to,
like my fingers  grasping the edge as I dangle from a cliff,
will the words make me let go?
Or make me pull myself up again?

Your touch is valuable,
like a gem never seen before,
people crave to see it, feel it,
always needing more.

And if the time comes and you say you cant do this anymore,
will you look me in the eye and watch the tears fall?,
as I cling to not only your form,
but the spirit that I gave my half to for so long.