Fragile…

I’m so afraid you’re just a dream,
That you will slip away,
That interlacing of our hands
Will disappear the same.

I’m so afraid I lose your voice.
Amidst the hustle of day,
And feeling of your beating heart
I will not sense again.

I’m scared, and that’s why try to keep
Each fragile moment saved.
Like gentle glare on the water —
Our meetings and the fate.

Apr. 2024