Terrified

What if he doesn’t kiss me the same way?
Trying to hold back, but his tongue doth betray.

What if he doesn’t hug me the same way?
Arms around my neck, almost begging me to stay.

What if he doesn’t walk with me the same way?
Trying to get in step, but only for play.

What if he doesn’t hold my hand the same way?
Letting me know that, as long as I’m with him, I’m okay.

What if he doesn’t hold me the same way?
His arm around my shoulder, trying to keep me from flying away.

What if he doesn’t lay with me the same way?
My head upon his chest, a sweet little display.

What if he isn’t loyal in the same way?
Staying with me until the very last day.

It’s all these things that stop me from loving again.
Scared that once again I’ll wind up in pain.

However, I’m more than scared to love someone new.
I’m terrified. Because they won’t be you.