Hold me as though I’m hope for cancer,

as though I’m your blood, sweat, and tears,

as though the world is spinning out of control, and I’ll keep you down.

as though death is hundreds of feet below, and I’m the last shred of a dangling rope.

Hold me as sand in an hourglass, that’s speeding up to the other end,

as though this is the last moment you’ll see me before you die,

as though the apocalypse showed its face,

and we aren’t star-crossed lovers anymore,

as though...

as if grief reduced you to rolling around away from life,

as though for a moment, you’ll shine,

and I’m that 15 minutes.

Hold me please,

because I’m slipping away.