In my silent agony I scream out for you.
My words fall to the floor in deafening silence.
I reach out for the substance of you.
My arms grasp the nothingness of a dark empty touch.
I look into the abyss.
The hole of emptiness without the strength to hold on.
My eyes lift to the heavens searching for the unsearchable.
Ears listening for the silence to be filled.
Needing the darkness to receed and my soul to open.
The warmth of a solid touch.
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