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.