Separation Anxiety

Eath and every passing year another friend moves away and joins the ranks of the missing and the missed. A breaking time, rewind, we have too many words to say to one another before this conversation ends. Something about me will never stop. Never quit holding on. Never loosen my grip. Never quit holding my breath. Until it leaves me here all alone. I'm a blank space between the words. I don't know where I'll go or what I'll do to finish the sentence. I see people fall out of touch, and the world fall apart until it feels like all I can do is surrender. Retreat