Argh

Some dire things

That I fear

Like losing

You my dear

Snaps behind

My left ear

More wary

Of the mere

Thought of you

Not found here

Beside me

Makes me hear

Crazy things,

Makes me swear

Crazy things,

Might as well

Drown in beer.

Some key things

I hold dear,

Losing you

I most fear,

I peek through

The veneer

See if you

Have come here,

Praying you’re

Coming here,

But you are

Nowhere near.

Let me grab

One more beer.