The Last Handshake!

When I'm lost it will take a while for me to get back

Get back to all from which I've been so far for so long

Long maybe not in terms of distance but in terms of time

Time that couldn't be gotten back

Back to what already slipped off my hand

My hands are bare - fingers are clenched, forming a fist

A fist because I'm stuck and If I will open it

It would be gone for never ever to come back again

Again I cannot afford to lose,

I would hold on to it tightly

Tightly so as to not loosen my grip over it

It is the last shake of a hand

I had with you

And I don't want that feeling to go away the way you are gone

I want to preserve it till eternity