Promise

Can you hear me?
I am calling for you.
My throat has gone coarse and dry.
My silent shriek burns.
The tremble of my fingers vibrate
And shake the delicate surface,
Of the irregular shaped droplets.

Can you see me?
I am madly waving my arms
The way we did in preschool
When we were so excited
To finally know.
Except now I twist.
And I writhe.
Burning in my own flames;

Can you feel me?
I am struggling to hold you in my arms.
You and everyone float further away.
I whimper.
I brush my fingers against yours
One last time.
You do not notice.

Oh, but do not fret, world.
I will smile for you.
I promise.