to die

 

it was the most horrible feeling I’d felt in a long time.

the potential loss of you.

in that small possibility

i lose myself. 

i am lost myself. 

in the thought of losing you.

completely gone. 

completely through.

souless and wondering 

hanging lifeless like some

strange and foreign fruit

that no one will taste. 

 to death 

i haste.

all signs of life

thrown away.

void and numb to feeling and sight

i lost my senses this very night

with the simple possibility 

of losing you.

of losing light.

of losing touch.

of losing me.

a grieving of such depth as any rocking sea

ripping the blood from my veins with sharp coral

at the very thought of you

not being here tomorrow.