Lately,
I wonder if
she has grown
weary of me; maybe
occupying her time
with second thoughts.
Our moments
seem lost within
distractions, we seem
content with the trail of
unbroken silence.
Sometimes,
I wonder if
she wants someone else;
maybe my instincts are clouded
by my insecurities.
It feels like
the anticipation
has worn off; as though
the sound of my name
no longer matters.
If only I could stare
into her gorgeous
green eyes
and bare my soul.