A Rain-Filled Wednesday Morning

I’m scared to call you my best friend, but that is what you feel like

I’m scared these feelings are becoming more than just a “like”

I’m scared to look your mother in the eye and I’m even more scared because it would be a lie

If I said I was okay with saying goodbye

I’m scared because drunken nights and hungover mornings have turned into sober nights and sober mornings

I miss your presence when you’re not around and your voice is my favorite sound

And everything that is and everything that could be, it is all terrifying.