Losing you

I'm losing you,
You're slipping through my finger tips,
Like grains,
From a sandy beach.

My heart is full of hope,
As you lay among the machines,
How would I cope,
If you dared not come back to me.

Melancholy fear,
Hangs within the air,
Hands are clapped together,
And I hear words of prayer.

The clock ticks slower,
And time has grown long,
Anxiety grows more tense,
I hope nothing went wrong.