The steady words
- I am Afraid -
I'm afraid I'll fade away
- Missing -
"I miss you"
strike me to the core.
I shut my eyes,
I hear myself breathe,
and I feel myself
"Miss you."
and not see the coming
of the dawning day.
I twist these words I speak in rhyme
trying to make sense of thoughts of mine.
I fear the season's change
when birds lose their call.
I fear that my heart, like September,
might soon turn to Fall.
I'm awfully afraid I'll fade away
and become forgotten like yesterday.
