Completion

So close,
You hold me.
My body growing heavier.
My eyes closing from exhaustion.
Your hands gripping me firmly,
Desperate to keep me awake.
But I can't feel your grasp,
And your voice seems hushed.
The distance of my mind,
Ever growing and moving out,
further and further away.
Leaving the safety of your voice.
Begining to let go.
Slipping out of your pleading grasp
Until finally,
Consuming stillness.