Anxiety

Here again

Home alone

Pacing, waiting

By the phone

Hoping to hear

That familiar tone

And to read our date

Has been postponed

Back In The Saddle

I thought I was prepared

For when my body I bared

Albeit I’d be a little jumpy

I just didn’t expect

When you kissed my neck

The road ahead would be so bumpy

It’s a tense, nervous headache

As we kick off with a cheer

Hoping to avoid the heartache

And pain of yesteryear

I walked past your house

Every day

But never knocked the door

—–

I watched as you passed

Every day

And always hoped for more

As the
days go on
I guess
we’ll see

If I can
go back
to the person
I used to be