Permanence is not a real concern
How can you guess the future
Anxiety without reason then
A lonely expectation not to be understood
Coupled with her absense
Alexia, what will I do without you?
Missing a presense so deeply
That the lack of it spirals into sadness
Heavy feet hit the sidewalk
Past the blackberry bushes each day
Lately the steps have been heavier
And my head swung lower than usual
Why is that saddness is so tiring?
Anxiety fills my belly
Grumbling for isolation
As I sit at a table with friends I have spent countless hours with
Because they cannot really love me
Skeptical and distant, I speak
Of the day’s activities and the weather
Sticking to safe ground
I am more wobbly than before
I remind myself
You know them, it’s okay.
Yet permanence is all a myth.
We will all die some day
Or lose each other much sooner than that.