I often worry about you.
When you’re out of my sight, at a party or other
I wonder if all is right; what if this coming summer
That you await so much, is your last too?
You never know what encounters you might make.
Someone may harm you, take advantage of you, or…
But that’s love; apprehension, forevermore.
I’m sorry for being so protective. It’s for your sake.
But I shouldn’t be. I know your strengths.
So... this is interesting.
This poem was written on April 6th... 2018! I apparently put it in the wrong folder, and only found it a year later. I wrote it when the crush who's the subject of about the first half of my poems went to a party. I was very worried for no reason... but that's just how I am.