Poem: I have been afraid to die

When looking at a sky grey
with layers of pollution and clouds,
I have been afraid to die,
to disappear into oblivion and fear
in this city of broken glass and hearts.
You would tell me that it was folly,
all of it, this fear of death.

For I am young.
For I am a survivor.
For you are not willing to lose me.

It is this that makes it worse;
the prospect of leaving you before
I can tell you of the comfort
of your hands and that it kills me
to leave you long before I
leave the sentient world.