Change is good

We used to be in each others life, 

more involved, 

more sensual, 

more real. 

Now I spend so much of my time thinking about you. 

About us. 

Convinced enough to try and fix it.

Think that I could try and figure out where we went wrong and make everything okay again. 

I want everything to go back to the way it was before we became such different people. 

But we both changed;

There is no denying it. 

We are still in each other's lives, but in a new way now, 

a less involved way, 

but still some sort of way. 

And I'm accepting it, 

I don't mind it so much anymore, 

I'll be okay, 

Eventually. 

I'm afraid

I cannot always find an answer 

For the things that happens in my life. 

At the moment I'm afraid 

That my bones will rust,

Before these feelings do. 

I'm afraid that

My soul will fade, 

Before this ink does. 

I'm afraid that

I will lose my tongue, 

Before the world loses its flavour. 

I'm afraid that

You will (not) be there 

When the bullet strikes.