In The Darkness

I walked and stood in the middle of darkness,
surrounded by every night's chirp and call,
objects both tall and small by me,
but all that is required is my voice.

I begin to contemplate carefully over
the words need to be spoken, not softly
because they will echo off everything until
they need to reach their destination.

I itch and scratch at invisible things
piercing and floating across my skin,
blinking at nothing.

Turning in the direction I believe where
my call should be heard, I take deep
breaths to calm nerves that
somehow found me in the pit I stumbled into.

From the love movies, to short sentences of
eternity I wouldn't have enough time to tell of them
and all the routes of perfection that our time
together was.

Once more I fill my lungs with air, but combined
with an undesired fear of wondering if
you will not hear my plea, and right now nothing
looks bright, will someone disturb me to end this
night.

My breath falters and nothing feels right,
the air, my mood, has everything about you died
around me silently, the ground cushioning the
heavy fall.

All that is said is through a barely
opened mouth and tight lips, of something
that is the answer to all questions asked,
the one meaning behind each verse,
all that comes out spoken is her name.