Nothing,
Just silence.
So why—does it feel,
Like my heart—is jumping—out of my chest.
My breath—shallow,
Laboured.
Like the walls—of this lonely home,
Were closing in.
And I know…
I don’t want to.
And it feels—as though I shouldn’t,
And yet—how can I help—that I do?
My heart so full—yet empty,
Of things I can’t bear to name.
But—I think—I’ll miss it when it’s gone,
The pain—the heartache—so familiar.
Losing you—I fear—is losing myself,
But what—can I offer but silence—to your silence.
I’m sure if you dig—you’ll find something of value,
So—God—let me be worth the effort.
Notes: This is the most personal I've ever gotten with poetry, it's a personal piece. Anyway, I hope this can resonate.