Abandonment

I fear one day I won’t be left with anything to say or write or express. No jokes, no wits, no stories, no compliments, no confessions, NOTHING. There will be just silence left. A blank expression. I fear if you would get bored of me that day. And leave me to find someone who could still entertain you or be useful. I won’t be angry with you. How could I? It’s just that I would be infuriated with self, I couldn’t keep you longer than this. I thought you would stay forever. But forever is always too long to be true… ...