Messages in the Silence

I can't believe there wasn't time

or a moment in the day that you

weren't free to think of me,

to wonder where I am

or what I'm doing, to miss me maybe

and tell me so.

Even though I know

you must be busy, that you have

much to occupy your time,

I can't believe there wasn't a brief interlude,

a bacon roll or cup of tea,

a chance to check your messages

and ponder on my absence,

or send me fond wishes that I'm on your mind.

The lack of greeting

of words un-uttered by the second,

sends messages written 

across the sky, that shouts

a deafening sound, hurts my ears,

resounding in my ear - tells me;

"you're pushed aside to the back of his mind - 

an annoyance he needs to disregard."

and accusations of a thousand 

perceived committed crimes.

Perhaps that's not what you intend.

Perhaps like me, you're waiting to see

how long you can go without contact -

a bit of self denial.

Or maybe something else is wrong, 

something that I don't know -

somewhere else you've had to go,

something to make you forget

you have a friend who's waiting 

on the other end.

I sit here now

staring blankly at the wispy clouds,

listening to the clock tick by the seconds,

each one asking more questions,

wondering what's going through your mind,

each time yielding a fresh new "Why"

and what to read into the deafening silence

of your long absence.