Drifting

I speak, but silence lingers near,

A whisper drowned by quiet fear.

I reach for hands I used to hold,

But time moves fast, and they

grow cold.

I watch you laugh, I see you shine,

A world expanding- yours, not

mine.

I should he happy, and I am,

Yet still, I ache- I dont know why I

am.

If I don’t speak, will I fade away?

Will memories of me start to fray?

If I hold on, will it be to tight?

Or will I lose you by staying quiet ?

I want to tell you, but my mind

says no,

My heart screams louder, but fear

wont go.

So here I stand, caught in

between,

Afraid to lose what you still mean.