Philiophobia

 Your light so dim

I find myself probing and tugging on the tether our souls. Your heartbeat is slow and labored. Your soul feels faint...fading. My soul is pulling, treading water to keep us both afloat.

My body and being refuse to let you drown, 

I cling to your soul remembering the memories that were happy, sad, maddening, and gut wrenching. Our bond grows soft but I refuse to watch your demise....your supernova. 

I wrap you in a fierce embrace, tendrils holding you close. Your breath with mine. Slowly. 

I won’t let go. I can’t let go, even if it kills me

I can’t do that kind of hurt again.