thoughts

Why do I feel like a girl stuck in her teens
instead of the confident woman
I know that I am?

Thoughts of him meander in my mind
walking the same pathways over and over
wearing deep grooves from the repetitiveness

Does he love me?
Does he think about me?
Will we be?

I know what I want
I know what I need
I was counting on it being with him

I wonder are his thoughts of me
like a walk on the beach
a quick breeze blowing away any trace of me

I need to sweep away my own doubts
if he doesn't think and wonder
then he is not worthy of someone like me