A Little Green Worm
A little green worm is eating at my heart.
Hidden and alone, nourished here in the dark.
Feeding now on my suspicion and doubt.
Giggling and triumphant, its no longer kept out.
Words from you always trusted and faithful
Thoughts from me are now dark and doubtful.
News from a friend I no longer hear,
But words only for you, now find your ear.
With you my life has been shared, our love a story of hope
Formed with each passing year and woven with trust for rope.
Through trial and hardship our love was forged and bound.
A truer love and trust, among our friends could not be found.
Though no longer young, nor slight, our love grew true and bright.
A private joke or a laugh, I seek only you, your arms in the night.
A friend once made and trusted, now my messages left unheard.
But then I find a note left in neglect, for you, she spoke a word.
Why disregard my message? Why not return my calls?
Yet letters I’m sure are written for you, and with me, not shared at all?
With a trembling laugh I ask, “why did she call you?”
You just shrug and say “no reason”, but can that really be true?
Doubt and fear have embraced me, implications eat at my mind.
Each word and action reviewed, my thoughts are no longer kind.
My little green worm is growing still, now a monster in my soul.
Heartache, loss and pain surrounds me, confusion takes its toll.
But new light once shed, proved baseless blame by me,
Actions planned in innocence, my doubts are just a rootless tree.
My joy and love should now be restored, both of you close once more.
But my little green worm is hungry still, and it’s now too late to close that door.