Poetry Catalog

Someday

Usually my mind is ablaze with Thoughts of you and of the future.
But lately they have faded.
Many would be sad,
Some even relieved,
But more than anything I'm afraid. Maybe my mind is warning me that what I always thought would eventually just happen because it seemed right, isn't actually in the future.
Maybe you'll find someone else. Someone so much better than I am. Maybe, just maybe, you never actually loved me and it was all just a dream. Some dreams scare me, but mostly they make me realize that I may think that I know what will happen, even subconsciously, but in all reality I'm just another wisp of the wind, that will blow some things away or even make a change, possibly even move an ocean current along, and then someday, not a particular day, just a someday, I will die down to a standstill and never move anyone or anything again.