to nothing

time to get moving
or there will not be
anything to grab hold of
when I get there…

at least not of this life
that keeps passing
hand-holds once believed
infinite
dry up without warning
leaving dust in my palms
tears stinging my eyes
an ache of loss that lives
in every cell of my being

— GB

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