Worried

The scenarios drift through my head,

and the urge to vomit comes on strong,

they all end with them dead,

for I have been away too long.

The tears fall from my eyes,

as I deceive myself to hope,

everything I thought were lies,

refusing to know how to cope.

I brush away the tears,

shake off the pain,

but its been years,

and all of it was rain.

I ignore the warnings in my head,

but walk in to find them dead.