Listen to the Void

I pray that you can see these. I hope that this will be my one tie to you. When everything else is lost, I pray I can shout these words into the void and have them reach your doorstep. They keep telling me to let go, to move on because you won't come around. You won't be there after my nightmare. Though, if I don't wait, if I turn my back I won't see you if you turn around. If I don't show you I care, how will you know I'm still here? I don't want to give up until I know for sure you won't turn around. I haven't even seen your face in months, haven't heard your voice in months. I still have my memories of your laugh, you're smile, your.... kiss. I remember it all and that's what I hold onto to give you your space. I've been weak the last few days. Texting and calling, even going to your house but to no avail. I know I need to stay strong and stay away so you can miss me. I don't want you to think I'm desperate. I have my own life, I can go a few minutes without thinking about you. But just because I put a band-aid over the wound, doesn't mean it doesn't still hurt. When I'm at work, when I'm alone, you're still there.