I missed posting yesterday…dog emergency. Here is another poem in its early stages. I suppose this is what one would call “being on a role”.

What’s my biggest fear?
If it all fell apart I could sell everything and live with my parents.
It would hurt like hell, but I could let it all go.

That’s not my biggest fear though…
My biggest fear is that you move on with your life
Like I never touched it or was a part of it.
Where I, on the other hand, would continue to carry you everywhere.

Many days I feel this is what we already do.
And it might be slowly killing me.
My biggest fear of the end is the same as the beginning.
My love cannot save you, nor can it make you love me in kind.

Can I survive with you loving me the best you can?
Or will it all, all of it, the tears, the blood, the effort be for not?
So please never ask my biggest fear.
You will not like the answer.

My biggest fear is my inter-dependence on you and…
Your independence from me.

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