The unfathomable difficulty of letting go consumes my thoughts
and the inevitable fate that lies ahead frightens me more than anything.
I am not afraid of my future, nor am I afraid of our future; I am afraid for our future.
I fear that I will wither away into the back of your mind
be your oldest thought
and the oldest memory your lips can recall
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Poems For The Lover And The Loner
PoetryPoems about finding love and the art of falling in love... or falling out of it.