Leak

Are you there, by the table In your living room? What a pity I’m unable To see through the gloom Winds are blowing, leaves are dancing The trees are standing bare All my emails are unanswered Like you didn't care To reply me, cause you don’t know What about to write I’m not welcomed, off I go Into the cold of night Silence is a strong reply And you use its power Probably to show that I’m Not your garden flower You are silent, and I’m speaking For us both again Like a water I keep leaking Spilling down my pain.