The Screenshot

The touch
I hold on to you
The way I can

Holding you tight
With slight pressure
In my little hands
To produce an image
A red heart even
Under certain circumstances
Instantly

Please don’t go
Lend me your image
Just a little longer
I am terrified
By the idea
Of losing this moment
Your shot
Even blurred
And the screen going dark

Do not go
Do not go dark
We are out of reach
But not out of touch