Week Four

Then comes that moment of despiration.

Those feelings that fill pages-
empty the soul.

When you get so worried you are going to lose her,
for no reason,
that you start to believe you already have.

And you just want to cry out.
And you feel the angry weight
of the summer sun.

And you feel like you are working
three times more
than you are sleeping.

And you just want to cry out,
whatever you do, please,
for the love of god,
I am begging you, please
don't stop loving me
first.