something that scares me

I fear
being angry or sarcastic or
just lost in my own little world of solitude
during my (unknown to me) last moments
with you
and spending the rest of my life
regretting,
wishing I’d done
something different-
said I love you,
made you smile…

I fear
a bad ending to a good, good story.

6/22/09

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