Listen

I still remember

Those days alone

I sat on the floor

No-one else home.

I used to try

And talk.

But no-one could hear me.

I still fake my smile.

For it seems

My truthful tears

Will travel so many miles

To get to you.

My walls are still bare.

Solid silence in my heart.

Yet I know you're there

And I know you're listening.

I can feel it in the air

The sense of your touch

Always lingers

I still think

I can feel

The tingle 

On my fingers

But I knew it would be too much

I wasted so many silent years

I stand alone

Waiting for your cold embrace

Waiting for the happiness that will burn.

I have no home.

Gone now, in the memory of your face

Waiting for the lie that will never return