Watching from afar as she fades away,
living in fear as I dread the day when she forgets it all.
The day I become a stranger.
The day it all goes south.
I pray for a miracle.
I pray for proof that what I fear isn’t true and its just my paranoia.
But the signs keep getting stronger and I pull myself farther away.
Hoping to protect myself from further harm.
I realize my on selfishness and am ashamed and have no excuse.
So all I do now is ponder over every word she’s said.
Hoping its all in my head.
And trying to convince myself that I won’t lose the one who gave me life.
That I’ll have years of happy memories to store up on.
And the time set on me, the ticking bomb, will fore-long.