Here, sitting in a sea of silence,
I await a phone call that may change my life.
It seems like the minutes are turning into years,
stabbing at my heart like a knife.

I am cold,
but you are not here to be my blanket.
I am sad,
and you are not here to take away the hurt.
I won't cry,
because I know if I start, I won't stop.

I will be strong for you.
I will be here for you.
I won't give up on you.
I still believe in you.

In my lap, your picture,
my phone, your necklace,
my notebook and pen.

I feel as though I will never speak to you again.

Almost as if you've left me,
to pick up the pieces of this broken heart.
But my heart is not broken this time,
It's dented from being apart.

Come Home Soon