I Have You

I walk in the dark without a whisper, without a breath to fill the dark vacuum of a void I occupy in a body and mind that yearns for belonging and human affection, for purpose in bands of brothers and women walking this vast Earth while gazing upon the distant hydrogen stars.

I have only but a few decades left before I am decrepit and dying, moments of this brief life lost and enthusiasm, charisma, and thoughts forgotten. I can imagine in the present my last hour and the foolishness of how I spent my time alive. It feels so unfair—a feeling that requires no intellectual! or semantic language correction.

In all of the greatness we try to be, nothing is great enough to defeat the void crushing us back into atoms that in sum give us the meaning we define. Soon, we return to nothing; we return to a being without the substance that makes us warm, alive, and beautiful in the way that we cherish.

Yet, I do have you, a gesture that metaphysically reaches across our world line's wave swells of entropy sucking us in, crushing the fleeting emptiness of thoughts no longer alive.

Yet, I have you, the hand that I will hold before I am broken down, recycled, and gone. I have you. And that is enough—enough to fend off the dark even when there is no light. I have you.