What am I

Would the world at my feet be happiness
if you wouldn’t be heard by me?
and when the stars come out at night,
can I see them through my tearful eyes?
I look at all around,
my vision, a blur, my eyes see you,
all around me, I breathe you,
holding on to your thoughts
like a dying man holding his last breath of air,
wishing to exist one more instance,
a second, a moment,
maybe a fragment, I beg before ‘Time’
to change, to bring back that feeling of belonging
you had for me, now dying.