I am afraid.

Cloaked in worry

anxious over

you retreating

​

I am afraid,

though not of you

but of the hole

that would appear

​

I am afraid

that one morning

you will wake up

and disappear

​

I am afraid

That your messages

of always are

in waning ink

​

I am afraid

I will be left

merely imprints

of your caring

​

I am afraid

you will be gone

and we will be

erased by time

​

Being afraid to lose you is

what I will call, from here on out,

my love language