A wave,

one word,

two syllables:

a melancholy taste left upon my tongue.

A hug,

one word,

two syllables:

a flashback of all the memories that were fun.

A kiss,

three words,

three syallables:

saline now rolling down my cheeks.

A whisper,

seven words,

eight syllables:

all I have to do is endure about 10 weeks.

 

Xaireaphobia, my friend,

I hear you knocking,

please come in.

you've been knocking on my door for so long,

it's time that I accept you,

even though I don't want to. 

Xaireaphobia,

promise me nothing happens,

you're name is so beautiful,

yet deceiving.

please say that they won't leave me. 

 

Xaireaphobia,

Xairea

phobia.

good-

bye,

phobia.

 

 

Xaireaphobia,

you'll keep me up night after night.

just know,

I won't always have the energy to put in my all,

and fight. 

 

"Goodbye, I love you, I'll miss you, talk to you later."