Do your dreams
ever wander to the first time
our hands
brushed against each other?
Maybe they stroll to the
moment your heart
sighed in relief as
I kissed back?
My dreams do not wander to
these lovely memories.
My dreams are these memories.
I worry that I am not worth
your dreams anymore.
Kissing you has no passion these days.
You stiffen
when I reach for your hand.
Is this the end of our love story?
I'm sorry I wasn't good enough
for you.
I'm sorry I was never good enough.
I'm sorry.