Hang

Her palm rests
upon the signal botton

Her shoulder leans in to his sturdy form

His pulse shudders through her, keeping her alive. . .

She doesn't want to let go
and cross to the other side...

She has a friend here
at the pillar of lights

It's like a companion heartbeat. . .

She doesn't want it to change--
to speed up suddenly--
but she knows it's going to;

the noise discordant and jarring,

then she will have to accept that
he is not flesh and blood,

just a machine