I can't be this alone,
With my thoughts free to roam,
Waiting for a swift move
To guide them all back home;

These hungry muscles twitch
To claw a moment's itch,
With no one by my side
To thread a single stitch;

My hands tremble and shake,
Just one streak left to take
That could leave me hopeless,
Motionless in their wake;

Yet, to this streak I grasp
Until the moment's past,
And dread the next quiet
That leads to my last.

September 22nd, 2023