I’m afraid
someone I love
will leave me again.
I’m tired of accepting pain,
of turning strangers into friends
and friends back into strangers,
of watching joyful memories
slowly become something that hurts.
I’m tired
of losing pieces of myself
to people
who once made me feel whole.
Because when I lose
someone I love,
I don’t just lose the person—
I lose so much more.
I lose the songs
we used to call ours.
The places
that once felt warm.
Anything touched by them
starts to feel distant.
And at the end of the day,
people always leave.
It’s just me again
with paper and pen,
unable to write
because the universe
has left me numb.
But I'll have hope,
and continue to love again.