What is this? This is...

What is this?

Counting the seconds,

waiting to know if it'll end.

Lat at night it always beckons.

What is this?

It starts as a passing thought

and then grows till my body feels dark.

My mind is in a trap, caught.

What is this?

Tears down my face.

Sharp pangs in my heart.

Always looking for a trace.

What is this?

This is fear.

This is love.

Worried I'll be left without my dear.

A.M.A.

© 2019 Ashley