FOMO (A Poem)

I check my phone constantly,
Wondering,
Waiting,
Anticipating,
Fearing the worst.

What if today is the day?
The moment the good turns into bad,
The unfortunate confluence of experiences that deprives me of you?

The TV,
A cool breeze,
The warmth of a freshly cleaned towel,
An unpaired sock.
They all remind me of what was,
of what could have been,
of what was lost to good intentions.

Anxiety always wins…