Dearest man your pain engulfs me

The mood you sense haunts me

Your eyes follow me

Though you are not here.

I’d be sad for you – but I’m not

I don’t know that I should be

But you send me thoughts of sadness.

Should I respond?

Dearest man you are a stranger to me now

Yet I am meeting with you in my dreams.

Are your powers so strong

Or are mine so weak that I cannot resist?

Why do you make me sad?

Why do I wake briefly beside you?

Do you see me – can you feel me?

I feel you in the night

And I see you in my bed

I hear your voice echo in my head.

Yet your lips are silent

You cannot reach me by pen.

Are thoughts all we have left?

For I have build walls between us

We have grown apart

No physical bonds anymore – but can we burn the bonds of thought?

Can we disconnect telepathy?

Will we ever truly want to?

You cannot hurt with me as I have hurt so badly on my own.

You cannot relate to my pain because you inflicted it.

Yet you appear to me

Do you mean to

Or am I bringing you to me?

I no longer want you

I no longer need you

I no longer know you

But you are there, you are here, you are everywhere.

If I close my doors I get curious

When I open them I get furious

Yet I feel nothing for you

Want nothing from you

Am I convincing myself?

When I sleep, I sleep deep