My Little Panic Attack

Are you ok
Or did you slip away
Will I find out
Or will it be too late

Is there anything I can do
For someone I just met
Or are the attempts futile
And should I just forget

Two years I’ve gone without
The cool barrel against my skin
Now I can feel it
The old familiar itch begins

I don’t often pray
But I’ll be torn if you slip away
So out to whatever power
I pray you are ok