Anxious thoughts flood
My mind overflows
What could it be?
Did something change?

Are we moving forward?
Or a rebuke of something assumed?
Perhaps nothing more than a kind word
Of friendship remaining the same.

Each day brings new worries
Not worries–impatience.
Does that mean something?
Or only that I like control?

I could ask
But it could hurt
And so I wait
Wondering what the future holds