This is Nothing?
I don’t know why, there’s a sickness, growing, has grown, had been planted, planted in my stomach sickly, crawling into my brain. It re-lit with the embrace, of you, holding, has held, had been gripping, gripping tightly as to, showcase a need of not letting go. You pulled away, slowly from me, shaking, has shook, had been unsteady, unsteady with your eyes, burning into mine. I feel the fear there, gripping my stomach, I’m throwing, has thrown, had been shaking, shaking this fear every damn night since. I didn’t realize how I’m here fearing, has feared, had been holding, holding this shadow of a memory, so deep.
You reached towards me, holding more, grazing, has grazed, had been touching, touching my cheek with your fingers shaking. Is this my personal paranoia? Is this me, freaking has freaked, had been screaming, screaming internally over, nothing? To repaint, the five seconds, painting, has painted, had been placing, placing these puzzle pieces, in order again, again, again.
Was there a glint there? as your smile shook, having been there… has been there… had been here, here in my head, repeat, repeat, repeat.
I hope this, like most things passes, and hopefully doesn’t taint, us, or maybe you, having done, has done, had done, done this, already...?