Promise Me Poem by Nathaniel DeMay

Why do I fear the dark of day?
Why do I fear the bright of night?
Why do I get angry at what is?
Why do I get angry at what will be?
When what was is all that I cannot change is what was
When change is around all,
And all are about to change
Is it for the better?
Is it chane for the worst?
Is it to late to get closer,
You and me?
For I fear someone will come between us,
And someone has.
Poor me.
Spare me no sypathy,
No pity,
No sorrow,
Or reason for which to grieve.
And as we get farther from each other,
People fill the gap.
Just promise me you'll remember me.