Am I Losing You?
Each year we grow a year
But the expenses grow more wholesome
Each year the talk grows weary
A duty nonetheless
Now my emotions
Have less composure
I cannot comprehend
The depth of this problem
If there is one at all
Perhaps you’ve grown tired
Of this tedious intimacy
Or a bore am I?
Your patience worn out
It’s the answer we all dread
It’s like a hangman’s noose intimidating you
Oh Daniel, Daniel
I’ll only ask once – (dear me)
Tell me
Am I losing you?
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