Disconnected

Sometimes I think these silences, are something so unreal,
Long periods of nothing, where you don’t know how I feel,
But yet I know you understand these silent words I say,
It`s just that I need to hear your voice, every single day.

I sit here and I wonder why. “Who did this thing to me?”
“Who created this long silence?”. “Why was this meant to be?”
I look around an empty room, I call a silent name,
But the silence bears down on me, and the silence stays the same.

I tried to call you yesterday, I will try again today,
My life is less the brighter now, since you have gone away,
I will try again tomorrow, to see if anybody’s there,
But I guess the phone to heaven, – will still await repair!

God bless you, – I love you dearly! xx
(Sleep your rest sweetly) xx

Mick
( Copyright Michael Westwood 2015 )