I’m afraid we’ll fall apart

I’m afraid. I hope we don’t fall further apart, when we’re already 6000 miles away from each other. I’m afraid when we start pushing each other away. I’m afraid we’d get comfortable at that spot. And I’m afraid you might have forgotten the lust we’ve had for each other before lockdown. I’m just afraid, even if you’d never forget me, you’d have forgotten the feelings that kept me alive. If so, I’d rather be dead.