Clench

Let me hold it.

Let me clench it.

Let me breath in it.

Please, let me touch it.

I just want to know if it's real. If it's not just made up, that it's not as far I keep thinking it is.

If it's not some carbon board that somehow, some time, landed here.

Let me hold it one more time, don't let it slip away.

I wish I could pull it to me, I wish I could wrap my body in it.

I wish I could just hold it, while it's holding me, to make me feel something.

Sometimes I wish I wouldn't have to let go.

To let the realness slip away.

Wouldn't have to let it slowly back away, vanish from my sight and turn into a carbon board again.

So, please, let me hold it.

I must clench it.

Wrap me in it.

To breathe in it.

To touch it.