Please Don't Go

Your name has never been
a fleeting whisper
upon my tongue.
From the moment we first spoke,
it was etched in my soul,
a mark that can’t be erased.
It’s both a gift
and a foreboding sign.

Your voice has become
the antidote for the days
when I’m plagued
by a madness
I can’t seem to tame,
a balm for the anxiety
that tightens in my chest.

When you sing to me,
the fractures in my soul
no longer feel so broken.

You are my sanctuary
and my vulnerability,
for I’m unaccustomed
to loving someone so deeply
that I tremble
at the thought of your smile,
fearful that if it fades,
I’ll vanish with it.

But my love for you runs that deep.

You could shatter me
in countless ways
with a single word
drifting from your lips,
and I’ll confess that
the knowledge of this
often leaves me
frozen in dread.

Your farewell may very well
be my undoing.

Please don’t go…

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