Thursday, September 19, 2013

The Missing Volley

I had to shut the door
I could not cope any more
But I did not know
I could not know

That you would never knock

That my clutching fear
Of not being near
Of not being wanted
Would leave me haunted

That you would never speak

I thought I might be greeted
With an open heart entreated
Not the darkness of abyss
The firmness of your diss

That you would not respond

I reached out in high anxiety
I kneeled in sincere piety
I left the next step up to you
And what did you do?

You answered me with ................
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Silence.

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