yesterday I wouldn’t have thought twice
about what you thought of me.
but it seems I’ve grown a concern of some sort.
one that inspires reflection on my words
and examination of my thoughts.
concern about how our interactions affect you.
you see, I do care.
regardless of what I say, or what it seems.
I do care.
the more I grow, the more I lose.
but what I lose I don’t need anyway.
worry is offered but I refuse.
like autumn trees letting go.
I either want to get to know you or myself.
whichever comes first.
because I’ve decided, that being your likeness,
your mysteries solve mine
and my quirks are clues to yours.
I question myself sometimes.
I don’t always get an answer.