The cold distance,
Between my fingers;
The void,
Where you once sat.
The abyss that grows wider,
As curiosity gets the best of me.
There you are again,
Running in circles,
Sicker than a lab rat.
When was it,
You and I?
Where is the closeness --
That sigh of relief?
The gap widens,
Slipping further,
And then I let go.
No longer is there the need --
To sink my fingernails in,
And hold on for dear life.
The abyss will swallow me --
The void of blackness will consume me
--
And there will be nothing left.
A shell --
Something no longer in existence,
Where I once would have been.