Feary. It's a term my friends and I use lightly.'OMG i drunk too much and phoned him for 12 minutes and I have no idea what i said, I'm so feary.",  " i slept with him. again. feary isn't the word.' 'I'm so feary about work tomorrow.'

It implies a state of uncertainty, of doubt, of fear.

You left, packed your bags and moved.
We travelled, no need for a map, driving with a purpose
You unpacked with a, broad smile and wide eyes
I clenched my jaw, muscles working too hard
Keeping everything together.
I made your bed, and you discovered the loose screw on the towel rail
I wrote it down, knowing you'd keep the imprint copy of the form, staining your room with my handwriting.
You told me where to put your clothes, i folded everything away
clothes, memories in my brain.
We smiled, mine forced, yours beautiful, expectant, excited
You held me, told me it would be okay
Outwardly, i agreed
We walked to my car, both needing to say more, neither verbalising
I drove. You walked,
Away
For now.

Feary.