Holding on

There it was again.
The fear that it was gone.
It may never come back.
Walk away or apologize.
This maybe have been the first time.
It could also be the last
It might be something to hold on to.
Forever. Or never.
Holding on, fearful she’ll never be in love again.


He wandered with nowhere to go and nowhere to be found.
Slowly finding his way into the shadows.
He had pushed everything and everyone so far away.
Was it not what he wanted, to watch the world from the background?
Never fully living, sharing, nor loving?
He gave up on the world, so it gave up on him.