Athazagoraphobia

The fear of being forgotten

A friendship that lasted for a year or two;

If only I could keep it up to you.

Our conversations had nowhere to go;

Coz we believed we were through.

Our hearts always longed to be listened to;

One more conversation;  just me and you.

I fear I am being affected – 

Athazagoraphobia… I bet you don’t get it…

Nothing’s more tiresome than to wait and catch the next wave.

Hope you won’t be too long before I reach the grave.

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