It’s probably absurd what I’d do
just to get the chance to talk to you again
or even just to know that you’re okay
I couldn’t ever hope to adequately share
how much I miss you
how greatly and genuinely I care
how sorry I am that I wasn’t strong enough
to give you the distance that you asked for
Even now I struggle with the empty spaces
The silence deafening,
piercing my heart constantly
And all the words I’ve tried to share
falling into this void between us
doomed to echo and fade into nothing
In trying to hold onto
that which I treasured most
I lost control and let it slip
and now I’d give up anything and everything
for just a glimmer of hope
that something might be found
that something might remain
of what I lost
But I should know better
I should be able to turn away
much as you have
We both have more important things
to spend out chem and effort on
though I’ll never cease to wonder
just what could have been
Had I been a little less blind
a little more aware
It’s a moot point, really
as I sit here speaking poems
into the gulf between us
knowing that there aren’t enough
words in any language
to fill this hole