For Cass, for Stacy.

You were afraid that you would disappear,
that you would be lost and forgotten.

I held you tight against the dark and
said that I would always come for you.

Then one day it happened. You were
torn from my arms and vanished
from this world.

Maybe you don't remember
my promise. But I meant
every word.

I hope you're not afraid,
wherever you are.

You don't need to be.

I'm not.

I will find you.

(I want to clarify, I didn't write this, I found it, and it reminded me of a conversation I had with someone, that's all.)