Evanesce

Is there anything left to do
But watch them slip away
Could I somehow make it better
For I have nothing left to say
Hold them tightly in your fist
And it hurts more to let them go
So why do I demand to cling
When the end is near, I know
There's nothing I can say or do
To make it easier
But there has to be a better way
Than to slowly disappear
Fleeting as a shooting star
And silent as a breeze
If I had left no footprints
I could evanesce with ease
But I've grown roots against my will
Got my foot caught in the door
Even with fair warning's laugh
I'm still left wanting more...