My figure engulfed by carefully structured, flushed limbs,

the luminous bubble around me grows, while the craters 

Only deepen where my dimples are supposed to be.

My lungs are being compressed, as the air I try to breathe is unable 

to fill them, but I don’t care.  The emptiness runs 

through my brain and my body is finally put at ease. 

The warmth begins to replace the sadness and I can only hope 

That he won’t let go. 

He begins to sway like the trees in the wind

the way he does, as my body goes limp to follow with him.

As his arms unraveled, the blood flowed back into my legs 

And we just looked at each other for a second. 

Then he would smile at me and follow with those magical words.

Do you know how proud of you I am?