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)