Half-Grasped

I asked, voice cracked,

a question flung into the void.

You said yes,

your hand reaching out steady.

But my fingers froze,

a breath caught on the edge of trust,

a pause thick with doubt.

What do you do with a lifeline

when your own arms tremble?

The space between us stretched,

waiting for a move I couldn't make,

a help offered and held suspended,

like a word unspoken.