Silence

The silence was never really so bad,

Until I look down at my hands and feel sad.

Because the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly.

The thought of you in another's arms and embrace,

The thought of another hands and lips on your body and face.

Fills me with a sense of regret and a pain so deep,

Staggering pain to my heart and overwhelming grief, resulting in no sleep.

What did I do wrong that pushed you so far?

How could something so perfect leave upon my soul a scar?

You were, you are, and you will always be the apple of my eye,

My drug that leaves me hallucinogenic and tripping, my high.