Forget Me Softly

I am halfway gone
Sliding, but still holding on.
You don’t pull away, but you don’t try either.
The palm of your hand loose with sweat,
Between mine.
I’ve gotten used to being here,
Used to holding your hand.
Not because of fear,
But because it feels good.
To know wherever I go,
You’re not too far behind.
You’re right beside me.
I don’t squeeze your hand tight.
I don’t snatch,
Nor do I pull.
Still, I slide like I’ve lost something,
Or something is letting me go.
Trying to forget me softly.