These days you barely say my name, hardly  hold me close the way you did once before.

These days I wonder if the love you have for me still beats as hard as it use to.

These days in the many ways possible, forgetting to remind me I’m yours is something you do willingly.

These days I keep wondering if we need a resolution to the problem i never knew existed.

These days the covers of your bed replace your loving arms as I sleep.

These days I wake up in search for the warm and familiar kiss that used to greet me with eagerness.

These days I seek solitude and comfort in the bars of a song instead of your once-claimed unconditional compassion towards me.

These days I often seek in fear for assurance of the love you have for me through your jaded eyes.

These days I can’t differentiate resentment and contentment.

These days I question if my love is unrequited.

These days I contemplate whether respect still play as big of a role.

These days I struggle to feel those that once overcame my every being.

These days I struggle to believe all that I used to.