I guess the part I’m scared of is
The inevitable change;
When everything that once meant the world
Crumbles like dust at our feet.
What will we do,
When kisses that once inspired
Soft sighs and butterflies,
Only flutter and fall
Like ashes from our lips?
What will we say,
When words that once bloomed
Between the spaces in the silence
Wilt, wither and waste away
In the dryness of closed mouths?
I don’t want your name to become
A sour taste on my tongue,
I don’t want the melody of your voice
To switch to a mourning hum;
But my fear is one morning I’ll wake up
And all my feelings will have dispersed-
Or worse, lying sleepless in twilight
I’ll know you stopped loving me first.