god, I love you. . .
I don’t want to scare you
because I would be in your place
if you felt the same way
my chest constricts with pain,
an exquisite pain
whenever your loss is thought of
I don’t know
what I’d do without you
in the excuse of a life I live
my tears are my evidence
that you are more to me
more than I’d ever thought
you would be

© Johanna Fugitt 2017