Breaking the Silence

I stab my heart with metaphorical daggers, wishing it was me in your place. I'm impatient waiting for you to say something. How ironic you always despised silence, now I wait for you to break yours because your motionless malady of muteness, torments the tenderness, of my apprehensive heart. How i miss your melodious voice, how you called my name. Reflections of our last words linger - increasing the anguish of  this unexpected reunion. I reflect back to our youthful days when you danced - as elegant as a swan, as delicate as a butterfly, always inspiring the ink. Until you danced away, because life was not what you wanted it to be - not even me but at least you were free. You forgot about the west, turned to the east, became an icon of compassion. I throw stones at the grim reaper - do not answer his call of death. I feel you are drowning, won't you swim back to reality? All I have is the power of prayer, believing God will show mercy. Hoping your flame flickers again, not blowing away with winter winds.