The Silence of My World

Where are you?

(This is better as a spoken word poem. •,• So I recommend reading it aloud, preferably with the right intonation and emotion.)

Where are you when I'm down?
When my smile turns around?
When I'm six feet underground,

Where are you?

I have found my happy place;
Don't you tell me it's a waste.
When I need a warm embrace,

Where are you?

I long to clutch your hand—
Make you understand—
We're supposed to stand
on both sides of the ampersand.

But now I'm left;
By myself.
But it's a test;
And I'm never gonna rest
till you return from your quest;
I'll stay loyal to the best.
But the question here still lingers
upon the tips of my numb fingers;
Left unanswered, makes me tingle—

Where are you?

Every morning, every night,
When you used to hold me tight;
It was a blessing.
Now you're gone it's all just stressing.

But I'll wait—
Though you're late
for our silly midnight date.
A masquerade.
Like we always played.
The memories made
are harder to fade
and as sharp as the tip of an iron blade.

Where are you?

Can't you hear my calls?
My pleads, my wails of dismal?
Not at all?
I thought I'd be heard from very far away—
From where you are,
Where you stay,
Where I'll go if there's a way.

As long as I find you somewhere there.
I do care.
I'm trying to make it work;
It doesn't hurt but demons lurk—
It's driving me mad, left me berserk, but

Where are you?

I'm tired.
I'm exhausted.
What I desired;
Have I lost it?
What's the use of patient waiting
if I'm only hallucinating?

I'm not mad, nothing near.
I just want you to be here.
End my fears, wipe my tears, but

Where are you?

Please don't leave me all alone,
Fall asleep holding the phone,
Shivering cold right to the bone,

Where are you?