don't leave me. not yet.

checking for any vital signs of life
the bleep bleep of red on my phone.
a whole new meaning
to "the car crash hearts"
let me fix you in fourty-five.
worried sick may be the worst cliche
but as my hands shake and my legs falter
i cannot think of any other.
eyes wide
jump
at the slightest of movements.
the slightest of noises.
jump.
i'm afraid.
don't leave me.