I Think Too Much

The sun is low

The light dazzling

And I don’t see you at first.

Your hair’s swept

Back in the wind

Like a crown around

Your head,

Gold in the sun.

Your hands on

My shoulders

Comfort me, make me

Believe I need

Never be afraid.

 

Now I never see you

And I am afraid.

Afraid when we

Next meet

It’ll be as acquaintances

Not friends.

I’m afraid

Of my own lack of

Concern.

I’m not afraid to die.

(Should that scare me?)

But I would like

A little warning

So I could come back,

Say goodbye.

To you

And to home.

I'm afraid that

I'm not happy but

That I don't really care.

Afraid I'm ever more

Introverted,

That I push them away.

I'm afraid

I think too much.

Author's Note

If i'm honest this 'poem' pisses me off. It's not poetry, it's venting. And i hate that. Sorry.