The Inside Life

I’m afraid of the inside life;

of waking up and not remembering the tragic smell of new leaves,

of forgetting the taste of dirt,

exchanging dark tramps through wet grass

for a cheap Bath and Body works spray “Strarlit Path”.

I’m afraid of a future where I do not remember the last time I woke up with dew on my pillow,

and I’m afraid I will tame and taper my passionate love for you

into something more manageable.