Fear.

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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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