“Miscommunication”

I tried,

to hold on to you.

I had your wrist,

pressed against my chest.

But you were drifting:

away from reality,

away from me.

All I could do was watch,

as you lost your face,

your arms,

your legs.

Wait.

Maybe I was the one moving.

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