"Upon Waking"

Arms release,
a flash of blonde,
and around the corner
she goes.

I stand,
dumbfounded,
tugging at my sweatshirt,
like she does sometimes.

That's when I wake.
The clock reads 5 AM,
and I sit up in bed.
The room is cold.

My fingers close,
over soft, pounded metal,
in the shape of a circle,
that hangs around my neck.

I sit there like that.
Running my other hand,
through my hair,
fingers trembling.

Fear burns through me.
I wished I had run after,
around that damned corner,
and maybe catch her by the wrist.

My face burns,
and tears begin to flow,
from tired eyes.
"Don't leave me..."

I'm not afraid,
of being here alone,
I fear being left behind,
I fear you won't come back.

Will you come back,
as someone else?
A stranger with a familiar face?
I don't think that can happen.

I think it's quite plain,
I'm scared to the core.
Of losing everything,
of being lost again.

I long for your embrace,
to chase my fear away,
give me someplace safe,
some place we can stay.