Do You Hear Me. . .?

I have no peace
I have no feeling of quiet content
All is too quiet
I am distracted
I feel frustration
For I have nothing of you
but Memories
Dreaming of wishes that may never be
You say you will return
but when?

How long must I wait
this time?

My hopes on hold
I am suspended
between the past
and what might be
Waiting ...
With an urgency I cannot explain
Something that mystifies
the boundaries of my thoughts
Do you hear me?
I cannot hold my words
I cannot still my heart
I miss you, I need you
I want to breathe again
To feel your warmth
To hear your words ...
I call out to you
But I cannot reach you
It is as if you are in some void
Where my voice falls silent
At the edges
Of your self imposed exile
From the world, from all, from me?
And cannot penetrate this immutable shell ...
My words come back to me in soft echoes
Of sadness and longing
My wish for all to be as it was
Goes unheard
And fades just like my hopes
Quietly
Into oblivion ...

Prose: Dianne D ... ♥
Image: Black and White Portrait from 'we heart it'

Footnote: I did not consciously wish to compose another poem of sadness, yet these words have been waiting to be spoken ... I realise you must tire of them. Due to recent events in my life and the departure of two people for whom I care, one for an indefinite period of time, the other I don't know why ... this prose has significance to me on many levels ... I look forward to happier times and poems ... ♥