Insecure

Now that I am yours, do you still, secretly, follow me? Wherever I go, hiding yourself every time I stopped walking and look back…to take a glimpse of you; You thought that I noticed not your shadow, relentlessly catching-up in all steps I make. Now that I am yours, do you still, secretly, check my wallet? If, your lovely photo stocked in it was replaced; Or, perhaps you’re hoping to see love notes, from your rivals; Or, any suspicious phone number hidden in-between the bills. Now that I am yours, you remind me of a gray past… that is when my father run out of love, for my mother; Isn’t it enough, for you, to believe in me? Or maybe, just maybe, you desire to be exactly, like my mom living in her own ghost.