I have this irrational fear
that he forgets about me
when I'm not around.

After all, I'm not special.
No great social skills to speak of,
few defining characteristics
worth any merit.

Not memorable in any way.
I still get the shivers and shakes
when I call his house,
or hit send on a text.

Part of me thinks
he'll just stop.
That he'll walk away again.

We could just continue
to begin and end like the
rise and fall of your pen scratching
in your notebooks.

Once again, less then pleased with the finished project.
I feel like I need to stop being in love to write about it properly, like that whole 'can't find the forest for the trees' saying.