Will these feelings swallow me whole,
Manage to drown my very soul?
Or will I find to my surprise
Somehow I don’t die inside?
How will I know when they have passed,
Left me here alone at last?
Will it be because I don’t remember
What you looked like last September?
Will I wake up and you won’t be,
That first sweet view in front of me?
And thought of you will not surround
My mind each evening as I lay down?
Copyright 2017. L.L. Shelton.