GANGSTA-lovers

S t a y  w i t h  m e . Amidst the somnolent haze he manages to take hold of your hand, wary fingers slowly curling around your own. You hold him tighter, confirming your presence, lest he might slip further. F u r t h e r   a  w  a  y    f r o m  y o u . A contented exhale. A sigh of relief. And you watch him finally retreat, finding comfort in his light snores cutting through the deafening silence of the room. He will do it again. And again. Until he can do it   n o  m o r e. And you will hold on to him. No matter what it takes. Even if he lets go. Y o u  w i l l  n o t . Still.