The Bubble…

I called out your name in silence and hoped you would hear my cry…
I had a dream, a nightmare; I was standing all alone without you…
I thought of all that we had imagined, all that we had planned…
I felt a surge of sorrow holding me tight, I could not breathe…
I was reaching out for you, to feel safe in your arms again…

My peace is meaningless if it does not come with you…
My happiness is hollow if I cannot share it with you…
My world is incomplete if it does not shelter you…
My life is a dream if I cannot wake up with you…

What is helplessness when it isn’t cowardice?
What is giving in when it isn’t surrender?
What is suicide when it isn’t planned?
What is losing when it isn’t lost?

Is it a hope in the making?
Or is it a life breaking?
When I’m waiting…
waiting for you…
to come…
to me…