You grasped my hand with your cold fingertips attempting to give me all that you have. I took it all. I wanted it. I took the clock and made it rethink itself for ever thinking your days were labeled by numbers. Numbers are for math we both know math doesn't tell the difference between a heart beat and a morphine drip. So I held your hand to slurp the pain out of your veins. It didn't work. Because electricity doesn't pass through empty spaces. This heart doesn't conduct sparks. So I held your hand to feel yours. A spark so ready to burst out anywhere but here. No I'm not holding your hand for comfort. I am simply too unstable for that. I'm holding this flesh because we are one. A united force of perpetual movement. Pen to paper. Peanut butter to jelly. My life to your effort. Complete harmony. I hold this hand to ease the pain. To  just maybe steal some of it from your fingertips. I'll rob you of this ache so you can get some rest. Take deep breathes that come from wretched lungs. Ill hold my breathe for you. I hold this hand so just maybe I can breathe life. This life you created. I want to give it back. Any of it. All of it. I want the enjoyment received so freely, paid back in full. I hold this hand because that is not a possibility. The end of this rope is too frayed to tie knots. No solution to grace. Facing trials like moving mountains. The ones that fold over rivers. We will never make this what we intended it to be but I will hold this hand because you held mine. Led me through the puddles, through the storms, led me along Side of you. Greatness in its purest. I give back through this pulse. Fully flawed and not ready. Too young to be so wrecked. I hold your hand to fight back. To attack at the weak points. Fight against the odds. That one day maybe one day, we can see victorious celebration. Elated moments spend through our unity. Be in that space with me. I hold that hand because I refuse to give up.