I grasp your limbs with both hands as if they are lifelines to which my reality is tethered to.
Your emptiness called on me to fill it.

I held your hand as i hear the pieces of your heart slowly clatter to the ground, breaking with every teardrop you let go of.
And i catch all of them like a little girl with hands outstretched under the fleet of snowfall for the very first time.

I held on.
I held on to you.
And you did too.

For once, I don't feel like floating towards an endless sky.
I did not crave to disappear like a shadow in the dark.

I felt gravity through you as if i'm a helium balloon tied to your wrist.

So you can see how much hold you have on me.
I can give you this and everything i can see.

If i could ask just for one thing: please don't let go of me.