Dust

I’m sitting here trembling. Not from myself but from other peoples pain and panic. Are they going to be alright? I feel that question bounce around in my mind. I have no choice but to give my heart to the person screaming for relief. There eyes grow cold as another soul has slipped out of the grasp of their loved ones. Until time passes they become just a vague memory in my past. Life is like holding dust in your hands and watching the breeze take it away. Soon I will follow them. One day and I will be the one leaving you.