The silence on the phone is painful.
The echoes of my words ring loud.
This lack of conversation drowns me.
Deafened by the empty sound.

When did things become so awkward?
The pain is eating me inside.
Don’t you know how much I miss you?
It feels like part of me has died.

In silence lies this cold divide.
Inertia holds us paralyzed.

This empty feeling grows inside me.
Consumed with nervousness and fear.
What if this is the last confession
Of mine that you will ever hear?