You can't possibly know

What your silence is doing to me
You cannot;
I have never told you.

Twisting and turning
Aching,
Burning,
For the merest glimpse of you,
For a single word,
For the faintest sign of life
Sadness,
Madness,
There are no words for the fever
The fever that has seized me
The fever that is my memory of you.

How could you possibly know
What your silence is doing to me?
Your distress I could not bear;
I could never tell you.

Where once was your face
Only a swirl of color remains
Burned into my mind
Night melts into day,
Yet time is standing still
My soul has dissolved
In the cup that is your life;
With every passing minute
A little more of it trickles away
Flowing away
Forever lost within you.

How can you not know
What your silence is doing to me
When every breath I take sighs your name?
So many times my heart has told you.

Never kissed
Never embraced
Never beheld your smile
Never heard your laughter
Never even heard your voice
A love so pure, so passionate
Exists within my head alone,
A love that only could have been
You are everything to me
Yet I am nothing to you.

When you see me, you will know
What your silence is doing to me
Driven to the ends of the earth
.One day I will tell you