The Fear of Loss

The fear of loss Can make one run from love So far, far away That loss comes anyway. I’m not afraid of dying I’m afraid of what losing you Would do I’m not afraid of living I’m afraid of living Without you. I ran for so long Into the darkness of deepest night Into the pouring rain Looking for comfort I lived in a bottle To run from my mind Into the soft slow comfort Of impending self destruction And then I looked inside myself Once I had found my footing And realized that all around me Was the love for which I’d been looking Just hold on to me Never let me go I’ll never run away I do love you so.