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I’m scared I won’t be enough

That I’ll wake up one morning

Amidst the gray toned walls,

Gripping your long gone warmth,

Unhinged from the last tether I’d formed

In my last desperate lunge

I’m scared of the hole you’ll have dug

All care gone, your wit turned to fruition

Your whispered, hopeful nothings

Falling as snow, beautiful, delicate lies

I’m scared of the impression you’ll leave

Heavy, unabated and unkempt

Ghosting the lights in my mind

Sunken in and deluded into brightness

But most of all I’m scared I’ll be free

Absconded of your presence

That you’ll leave me like the snow

All at once everywhere, then deliquescing into itself

I’m scared you’re not enough.