I am stricken by the fear that you don’t love me.
You were distant yesterday,
and when you said goodnight
there were only cold, hard periods
at the end of your sentences,
not one of those sweet nothings
that I love that you call me.
No, you only called me “darling” once,
in the morning.
What could one day have done
to make you so distant?
I cannot see your face
or hear your voice
to know the tone of your goodnight,
and I am stricken with the fear
that you no longer love me.
For you barely spoke
and when you did,
there were only cold, hard
periods at the end of yours sentences.
in the way they say
“no, I no longer love you.”
I hope that I am only
reading too much into a few letters on a screen,
for my heart is already shaking,
struck by the cruel possibility
that you might not feel that way about me