LOST

You were here, just here, then I turned and You were gone, for ever...

I'm worried that I'll not be his Centre of attention ever but his object of affection forever.
It concerns me that he'll never understand me and I'll have to make myself understand to sleep every night.
The feeling is unsettling when I sense him in my brain and not in my nerves.
I get in a panic when I realize that I could have been perceived with more significance if picked the right possibility.
My heart breaks in million pieces when I become conscious of the fact that this is not imagined.
The cause of my anxiety takes a notable shape when It registers in my mind that my congruity is becoming irrelevant.
It's slipping away, individuality is turning into aloneness.
Breaths are going to prick in the chest like I've forgotten something beloved after keeping it safe, but that'll be lost, long gone..
The remains are going to be confusing..