As we stood there
facing the abyss
I felt your hand squeezing mine
I heard your voice like a faint whisper but clearly
in the emptiness between time and time
That’s it – are you ready?
My hand squeezed back and I heard my own voice that time
You nodded and pointed into the darkness at my feet
I am scared
So am I
Will I see you ?
You will
Will I recognize you ?
From time to time
That’s not enough
It has to be
That’s not enough
It will be, you’ll see
And as you whispered those words
your hand reached out
and buried itself deep in my chest
The pain – it pierced me in agony and ecstasy
In your hand pulsed a small light
Its beauty illuminated your face between then and now
Is it mine ?
It was
You said
Suddenly you throw it into the abyss
Shocked I try to catch it and jump into life