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.