If I See You Again

I hear footsteps, at least I think that's what they are there were some before many in fact it is hard to discern if they are coming or going or hanging about. Yes, I can feel you, squeezing my hand and wondering I can't answer, I do try please don't cry I am already broken enough please stop crying. I hear all you say, and that damned vexatious beeping, and more than you know I am scared too I have no clue if I will return in full or as a mere shadow. In fact at all really, for the confounded clot has me at bay, and the bindings are fresh I moved my eye but it was between visits and no one was there to see. My train of thought, I, we, childhood flashes, that time in the forest Numbness has a sound a continuous tone many more footsteps, but faster, please no. Switches inside me, They terminate and are gone, the loss Deafening and final no bright lights no tunnel, no souls holding hands waiting. Chest falls a final time, As I succumb to the darkness and my last thought of a missed kiss goodbye That will be saved as a welcome if I see you again.