when I thought you were lost

Thought about the way
mom would stroke my hair
when everything was wrong,
hoping to apply the same magic
(for us both)
as I touched your back
 
Slipping, so many things
(in that moment)
I wanted to hold onto
like childhood fragments  
in already fading dream
 
It's the subtlety;  
how emotions shift  
and the new world order  
implements itself  
in the time it takes  
to close your eyes
(I held my breath,  
watching,  
praying they'd reopen)
 
I know I'll see you again
It just might take  
a little longer
this time.