Without You

Look at me now. I want to see you, Touch you; I long to hear your voice. This deafening silence Has taken you from me. I speak alone, I hear my voice; Answer me. My days are spent with memories That mock me; They prick my soul with painful thorns, With sores that never shut. I reach for you, Yet there is nothing. No words of comfort will bring you back, No loud sound, No solemn prayers, No nothing. Oh God, take me from this place I yearn to touch her face.