Hold My Hand

Hold my hand one last time.
Hold it because I’m asking and I’ve never asked anything of you.
Hold it because I’m scared.
I’m scared of losing you.
Hold it because I need to feel you.
I need to feel that you’re not gone.
Hold my hand so I can be near you.
I need to be close enough to be inside you.
Hold it because I can’t do anything with out you.
I need you to inspire me and motivate me.
Hold my hand so I can caress the back of your hand with my thumb.
Hold my hand so I can connect with you in more ways than one.
Hold my hand so that you know at times I’m lost and need you to find me.
Hold my hand so that yours will be in mine.
Hold my hand so I can be there to help steady you when you might fall.
Hold my hand so I can protect you when you’re frightened.
Hold my hand and be next to me as my partner.
Hold my hand so I can say all the things my words and voice cannot say.
Hold my hand and love me and let me hold yours and love you even more.

I miss myself

I find myself missing myself more and more lately.
I miss the subtle things but I also miss the blatantly obvious.
I miss the mornings where I’d wake with a purpose.
I’d wake with the feeling that I would enjoy the day more than I did the last.
I miss the days that were lived with passion.
The days that were as perfect as any artists masterpiece.
I miss the smile on my face that reminded me of my childhood.
The smile that was full of giddiness and mischief.
I miss the feeling of being whole.
The feeling of knowing I no longer was wanting, but felt deserving.
I miss the evenings where I prayed for time to stay still.
I’d pray for time to stay still because the moment was perfect.
I miss knowing what happiness is.
Knowing what it’s like to be happy and wanting it last forever.
I miss thinking that I had a reason and a purpose.
A reason to live and a purpose other than to hurt.
I miss the comfort of warmth and the certainty of tomorrow.
I miss a lot of things about myself.
But the one thing I miss most about me is you.