My fear is you
Losing you
It being four years from now
I'm with another,
Things have changed
I'm no longer holding your hand
Kissing your lips
Hearing your laugh
Eating dinner with your parentsMy fear is you
Losing you
It being four years from now
You've found another,
Things have really changed
You're holding her hand
Kissing her lips
Hearing her laugh
You're meeting her parentsI'd think of you sometimes
And I'd wonder if you think of me
I'd think about
How I thought you were the love of my life
How I thought we'd be together forever
Our plans of a family
We'd move away
Start a new life togetherFour years from now
I hope it's me
Not her
We'd be 27
With a family
And a home
Four years from now
I hope it's still me
YOU ARE READING
Now
PoesiaA selection of words that by no means should be called poems as I am no poet.