Time counts on as
the rain trickles down from
the blocked up gutters.
I wonder if you think of me during the day.
Do I really mean as much to you as you do to me?
I worry that
you will move on from me,
leave me as just a
memory. The place I filled taken up by someone
new, someone better than me, more than me, closer than me.
Am I enough?
I can’t tell what’s real and
what’s just in my head.
Depression or distance? Am I just letting my
anxiety get away with my imagination
again? Have I
driven you away yet?