The grip loosened and I was made. Created, safe, matured I thought.

Relaxed, thinking my time was our time.

Safety feels past.

I sensed a difference. Time revealed the uncertainty

I saw more, felt more, heard more.

I was maturing slowly, believing together we were made. Together we would stay.

Feeling you move in my stillness.  Questions. Anxiety grows.

Quiet, I wonder what your next movement will bring.

Unbearably I wait.