Not Really There

They’re coming for me
I can feel them breathing on neck
I feel their fingertips on the back of my shirt
They’re grasping
They’re clawing
They’re...
They’re...
They’re not there
I turn to see no one
Not a soul coming through the fog
It’s empty
Everything is empty
My breath has slowed
My feet are still
There it is again
It’s not them
It’s you
Your hands are at the back of my neck
The move down my back
Under my arms
Around my waist
Then they squeeze
Tighter and tighter
It almost hurts
But don’t let go
Never let me go
I want to face you
I want to see you
But I know that if I do
If I truly face you
You won’t really be there