What happens if you don't come back?

You leave, and I kiss you goodbye.

I have given more to us than you have,

but so much goes through my head still—

Constantly replaying and repeating.

Will you get there safely?

When will I see you again?

I lay down, but 

I don’t think I’ll sleep tonight.

Question after question, 

nothing can absolve me of you.

My books, my music

all colonized by you.

Playing dress up only

to consider what you will like.

Everything leads to me 

yearning to be your muse.

3:00am. The witching hour—

you've bewitched me,

leaving no chance for me

to enjoy the soundlessness 

left by you.

Occasional headlights

percolate through my blinds.

My room is dark and silent, 

my bed full of plushies and blankets

feels desolate.

My notification bar empty—

but my mind running rampant.

I won't feel peace, a pause—

a second to breathe until

I see a sign of you.

So I’ll continue to think

about every possibility.

And while you're gone, 

I'll be wondering—