how easily worry raises its head,
spontaneously at the first sight,
at the first sound of the words
that I never wanted to hear,
loyal, like it had never left me
that last time we had that fear;
what if those words were true?
does my mistake affect you?
from a corner of my sad heart,
that voice once again starts,
fierce, biting like a winter wind,
eating away at my happiness,
I do not know why I allow it to,
it follows me, I can’t bid adieu.
(© 11th January 2016)