Stay With Me

 

Dusty fingers on white doors

Lingering smudges on clear panes

Savored as the sun shines through

I leave them there for ever

So sure you will be taken from me

So unlucky as I am

The fear devours me from within

Tainting any happiness that dares to blossom

Walking so quietly

As to not wake the soul-taker

I want you to live forever

Taking me with you there

Your little warm hands

Digging for hours in the dirt

Even after a good scrubbing

Pitch black crescent moons

Reside at every little pudgy fingertip

No matter--

It will be the same tomorrow

Please remember to be here then

So many tomorrows in forever, you know

Grab all that you can

With those little hands

 

                        ~K.A. Pitman