Don't Ever

December 28, 2008
It’s like we’re standing in the middle of a highway.
Troubles are the cars speeding passed us.
Sometimes they get near to hitting us.
Fear washes hot tears into my eyes.
My feet are stuck and don’t know where to go.
Oxygen is being sucked out of me.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t breathe.
I squeeze the eyes the exact second you squeeze yours.
Fingers entwine around mine.
From the warmth I know they’re yours.
The confort of your palm tells me
“It’s okay.
Everything is going to be
Just fine.”
The fervor persuades me to open my eyes.
The troubles are gone and fear is invisible.
I hold your hand with my heart.
Let me go!”

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