I call, I scream, I wail
But still I get no return mail.
I wait, I tarry, I loiter
Even if only In hope of seeing your specter.
But, behind these walls I am forced to cower
The walls you built around your crystal tower
My lungs broken and twisted from muted shouting
Yet, you stay away looking down and saying nothing.
What I’ll give to hear your voice
See you and hold you close
Sad thing it will never be
That which in our hearts we fervently would have loved to feel.