There Are Clouds in my Head!

It is 10 pm, and the food is already cold.

Waiting here, that you'll be home, is what I've been told.

A million possibilities running in my head,

Hating this feeling, I rather have you dead.

Pondering if you're having car trouble or a flat tire,

Or maybe helping firefighters put out a fire.

My train-of-thought continues hitting bumps,

Conjuring up different problems, making my heart jump.

I cannot think clearly,

Even though I really love you dearly,

These situations in my head are coming up more severely.

They pop up like clouds in my head,

Blinding me, causing this feeling of dread.

Maybe one day, when you're here with me,

My mind will be cleared, cause I know we are meant to be.