afraid

the only thing i have to be afraid of is the ending feeling.
the time when the clock ticks on over and the heart pulse comes to a stop .
the scene where the fantasy climbs out the window and abandons the same house that  built it.
the sight of  rehearsed memories escaping the mind that could always architect a smile
the scents of raw destiny being left without serving, without cooking, without devouring.
the only thing i have to be afraid of is us falling apart.