No stranger...

A week long dull, of gloom and lull,
A coherent silence around...
Mounds of silt and flowers strewn,
And all I hear is the lonely hound.

Yes I've known, I've always known,
You've told me how it's gonna be.
And yet, in silence, i close my eyes,
Not to pray, no not now. Not to pray, but to see.

I walk down cold, I walk down slow,
I look ahead but stare into nowhere...
Is the road just as lost as this heart,
Or is it just dark? Or were you never there?

I sit in tears and  flip these pages now,
Contemplating if this would last...
With this gray sky, and an evening storm coming,
Will it rain, why would you even ask?

You are no stranger to me or my fears,
Nor to this silence, that I know you know so well...
I know I was never ideal to begin with,
But are you now distant? Would I ever know? Are you there? I can barely tell.

You've always mattered, you always will,
I don't know how this would end...
I wish you could see me for the good things, if any.
I wish you'd care for just once, care just enough to understand!