There will be times,
when my presence,
wouldn't be found anywhere,
and all you'd need,
will just be a belief,
that I'll be there,
wrapped up in your hands,
amidst finger-spaces,
that were once interlaced,
'cause trust me,
even if the last star in our galaxy,
shoots itself out of it's trajectory,
I'd come right at your back,
with my arms around,
curling you over,
whenever you'd feel paranoid,
about never being found.