Hands pull me up, but the world is streaks of color and sound and none of it matters as beat by beat I lose him. The connection dims like lights being extinguished in a vacated house. I feel that I’m racing, room by room, to catch him. But the lights keep going out. The love that answered me in its first great torrent slows to a trickle. There comes the moment when I wait for the next faint pulse, and it doesn’t come. I’m standing in what was our home, in the darkness, alone. But I’m also still in this body, trapped in this senseless world, and the shadows around me are moving.
