Going back

I had said I'd try, clearly in vain, to only post what had recently been produced, but for my efforts of finding something of a gift for somebody else, it became increasingly difficult not to stumble upon the glass floor of nostalgia and fall in love with the surface, before it cracks, shatters and leaves one fundamentally cut by what they don't have.
   I wrote this at a time when I was in love with something very fragile; an instant that can never be replaced or relived...

She begged of me
don't let go
and I didn't,
not once.
For fear of having another
nightmare
and not knowing if I
were really there,
so I held her
all the time
through the heat and the cold;
the duvet so thin-
it was just a sheet,
and I scarcely covered.
Sticking together with sweat
the difficulty I had
trying to sleep
as I often do
Through it all,
I never let go
and when she began
to sob a little
I pulled her closer to me
kissed her so
gently
and softly told her
that everything
would be
okay.