Scared
What’s under the bed.
The dark
Willow tree shadowing the shed
The late alarm clock
The missed bus
The traffic jam
The lost shoe
The chatty moms making a fuss
Spiders
Clowns
Silent creaky sounds
Heights
Flights
Sickness
Loneliness
Nothingness
Emptiness
I’m here
We’ll meet
Flowers on the street
We all care
I’ll be there
Pointless
Hopelessness
Loss
With you not being there
