Infinite space

I am standing in a crowd, the largest crowd I have ever seen. Is this what China is like? Billions and millions of people walking and passing . I am holding your hands, I do. But I need to let them go, I must. Why? Because you are attached to them. Your arms, your face and your heart. I feel so small and so weak, yet I am holding on with such strength. You seem all ready to leave and maybe you are already gone. My eyes are wide open and are staring straight at you with love and fear. It is up to me. Your hands are filling mine up, they are big and heavy, warm and cold. Let go, let go, let go, the more I say it the more I hold on. I am so scared to let go because you will disappear in this ocean, this crowd, this ........infinite space. What guarantee do I have that I will ever find you back? Can I just keep you here? I know I can’t. It is like the baby bunny you love so much and you squeeze it so tight that it stops breathing and then dies. I don’t want you to die and I love to see you breathe. Breath is life, life is light and light can not be hidden. I hope that in that sea of faces one day yours will pass me again. So, I let go and blow you a kiss and just hope it doesn’t miss. You disappear, you are gone. My hands are empty now. Empty but open.