thread of life

I trace the contours of your face, you’re so near. your face under my fingertips. I can’t help but look at you and choke back a cry knowing one day you’ll decide I was nice knowing; and here I am holding back sobs. I watch the way my hand fits right under yours but human bodies were made the same, her’s will fit right under yours. you see a tear escape and furrow your brows and make that upset face, asking me what’s wrong. I tell you i’m trying hard to hold back these sobs. I may say i’ve never done this before but I have. they say needles need to press thread in fabric and then out. god seems to always stop threading when the needle is out. i'm always left hanging in thin air and now here I am, holding back sobs under you. waiting for god to stop threading me into you.