Doubt

Feeling melancholy
My mind is wandering where it probably shouldn't -
Tightrope walking while looking down.
So much to do, so much to keep me busy
And yet that little voice inside is getting louder
"Do not ignore me, hear what I say!"
I hear it fine but don't have the time or make the time
To feel what those words make me feel.
Keep pushing, keep working and try not to stop
Until I am so tired I can't think, let alone hear my little voice.
My voice makes me sad to think on you.
Watching you sleep and feeling so much of one thing
Ignoring waking hours to keep that feeling alive.
It pains me to admit feeling less than fulfilled
Less than loved, cherished or respected.
Sometimes it happens when love starts growing older
Sometimes there are periods when it all feels - just colder
And since now is one of many times frost has biten
My heart wants to know will you be here when the snow melts?