Nicole Johnson

The news travels fast
My heart nearly leapt from my chest.
The thought of leaving this place swiftly tears at me as I look at you for reassurance that we’ll be ok.
Your hand against mine and the squeeze of my tendons pressing against one another in this embrace was more than enough to know that whenever we go from here we’ll be fine.
Wishing for more news on our fate.
Do we leave or do we stay?
From the beginning I’ve always had one foot in the grave
Preparing for the worst possible outcome, enough reason for me to not unpack for no more than a day.
We’ve survived worse
As long as you promise never to release me then I will trust in this embrace and follow you ‘til the end of time.