.blast.

I’ve been traipsing thru this field
of mines all day long
stepping gingerly
prolonging the inevitable blast.

will you stay beside me
or am I alone?
will you walk with me
or am I alone?

I remember that promise you made
when I was in a field of yellow flowers.
does it still hold true in the vast
where I can’t see you standing?

please take my hand again
I don’t want to be alone.
I can’t see the end to this dark land
and I don’t want to be alone.

I sometimes forget what it’s like
my hand in your hand.
I forget that it’s mine for the asking
but I’m too afraid of the blast.

With my hand in yours
I cannot be alone.
I can see light in this dark land
and I will not be alone.