Anxious - Poem by Ayieneiya
I'm getting used to this distance.
To not knowing what is bound,
neither seeing; hardly speaking.
I'm getting used to think in singular.
Not minding what ifs or should be's,
Neither feeling nor thinking.
Just letting me be me - without you.
I fear that I'm getting used to not having
You around. Learning that I'm happy
With my solitude, in loved despite my lonesome.
Alone but not at all isolated.
I fear to face the day when I wake up
No longer thinking about you.
I fear the day when I longer see the difference
between having you and not having you at all.
But I fear most is knowing that
That day is fast approaching.
And without uttering a single word,
All of these will end - just like that.
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