Have this uncontrollable urge to cry;
Yet holding the tears back.
Standing at a precipice,
Should I leap and fall to death?
My soul is bereft;
Without its master.
What measure will you take;
To keep the person standing
Or kill the animal dying inside.
One small falter
And my world can collapse.
Hesitation will be my doom;
So please act spontaneously
And yank my arm back.
Tears are falling like rain drops,
After a desolate drought.
Thanks for taking action,
And for always showing me affection.
My soul reconnected,
The moment you brought me back.
© Veronica Artino