the poetry knook, the poetry of stephen m. james

Worry Lane

Do you ever worry about me?
Surely, there’s some doubt, please.
It’s like not being missed
Because you know I’ll be fine.
Worry Lane, at least to me,
Seems to be one way.
Tell me when I’m wrong.
do people worry about me?

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