Evanescent moments occur
Dwindling
Fading
You become less tangible

When you beckon for me
I cavort to your side
The side of:
Warmth
Innocence
Love

The side where
You read
I listen
only to fall into a serene slumber

Where did you go?
No longer can I doze without being frightened
Where are you when the sun quiets?
Who will save me from the silence?
I cannot run
My laces, uneasy
Could you have tied my strings?
I attempt to but,
I am unable
Helpless and needy

Perhaps,
if we had more time,
I would have faith in my own knots
But only you could untie those twisted painful knots!

Perhaps,
If we had more time,
You could have taught me
Not the art of you
But the art of something permanent!

I hold on to fugacious moments
Only to realize,
they are never held

I hold on to you
Only to realize,
You are no longer there

Senseless
I lay there
- yearning
for a momentary release from my lacing