I feel your promise fading

As i attempt to open

I wonder if your falling

Behind

Will you retreat?

Depleat in enthusiasm

Slowing down…

Should i slow down?

Does it matter if you let me down?

It will all happen in time

But being unconscious with attempted plans

Feels a crime

A turned hand

Unheld

Learning to hold myself

Sad at the thought of you not following through.

Is it true?

You’ll let me down?

-Like i learnt from my dad.

(My gut was right)