The sun had risen,
But the warmth hadn’t touched my heart.
The day had begun,
But my eyes were still staring at the dark.
It was a usual day, nothing was different,
But I missed something, something apparent.
I kept staring at the phone, with no reason.
While rain poured outside, with change of season.
I had nothing to say, nothing to do,
Than stare at the screen like it was new.
The close passed noon, slow and sure,
I waited still, hunger and all no more.
All I wanted was a voice, one message,
Some kind of sound to break the silence.
When none came, my soul felt age,
Although none of this made sense.
Why did this make so much of a difference?
Why was this darkness so unnerving?
So dull was this day of silence,
I longed for a word that’d get me smiling.
Who are you, whose absence matters so much?
Why this impatience, being just a day since we’ve not spoken?
I want to get close to you, yet stay far.
I still want to hear a word, know how you are.
I’m waiting.
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