Empty love

I let my plate grow cold for you, Fork poised, as if time could undo. The silence stretchin, thin and bare, While i still hopeed youd meet me there.

Your voice a phantom on the line, Leaves echoes than the spine-Of loneliness that cuts so deep-A love awake, while yours might sleep.

I crave the way your touch could heal, but your warmth feels just out of reach. I give and give, a constant flow, Yet always love you more-my woe

I wish your eyes would see me whole, As more than hands to soothe your soul.

But still, id break myself in two, for crumbs of love that come from you.