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I see the lights glowing through the cracks between my fingers.
And all I can hope is the wind doesn't pry them open.
Because I have to hold on to you.
I have to hold on to the warmth.
And the memories.
I hold on as the wind jostles me about.
I'm trying to hold on, really I am.
I'm trying to hold on to the old days.
Where everything was clear and I thought I would have you forever.
I want to cry, I want to scream, but I need my strength to hold on.
On to the light that dancs in my hand.
Calling to me to hold on, that it doesn't want to go.
But the wind is too strong, it's force is too great.
My fingers are ripped apart, the light escapes.
Floating up slowly, and I try to grab onto him, to bring him back.
Tears flow freely.
The little light is too far gone and now sobs wrench my chest.
And tears tug at me.
I want to save you, help you back but all I can do is cry and be angry at the force who took my light away.
Every light needs to go back to the sky some day, and will search for a body for it's to be.
All I can hope is one day I'll meet the body, my little light has taken.