“Is Anyone There?”

I couldn’t sleep…should I even be sleeping?
I’m still not sure as my eyes hit a dull blank wall
I stare into the dark night
Hoping for a glimmer of light
Some kind of sign
But it’s just me, sitting up alone in bed at three in the morning

So I grab the quilt and move through to another room
I’m suddenly overexposed under a lampless bulb
Disappointed that you weren’t revealed in the reflective surface of the window peeping through the gap in the curtains
I catch a glimpse of myself…with no one guiding by me
Why can’t I see you?
I give you every opportunity
The silence of this place is perfect
My mind is open, my outlook is certain
Unfortunately I feel…nothing

I want the cat to be freaked out
I want us both to shiver as the room goes cold
For me to quick turn to see you standing by the end of the sofa…if only for a split second
I cannot handle this finality
This cannot be forever
There must be a way, some kind of signal that you can throw out here…
“Is anyone there?”
I’m silent and holding my breath as I await…again, nothing

And I’ve never believed before
But I want to be wronged
This is too personal, so removed from anything spiritual
Because I know you and what you’re capable of
Just one more second to say one last ‘awake’ goodbye
As I cannot cope with this endless ending
There must be something else…
“So is anyone there?”

“Are you there?”
Please show me.

Reviews

[cest la vie]

"Just one more second to say one last ‘awake’ goodbye
As I cannot cope with this endless ending

People say closure is necessary for us to move on..Maybe, we don't want closure but that one more sign that we mattered..This is a heartbreakingly beautiful poem..
Very well written..

[BlueEyedBandit]

This is a very beautiful poem and very captivating with the emotions. I could almost put myself in this and start to feel a sense of loss. I definetly enjoyed this.

[Angelheaded Hipster]

This speaks to me of a love that youre not willing to let go. A relationship that has come to an end, but no, it cant end...its like a scab, and with every time you want the words you want, the scab rips off, and leaves you in a place thats not really here, nor there...like a floating feeling of numbness.

If you can give yourself closure, and can give the last awake goodbye (which, that line is beautiful), the healing can start.

[Gary H]

this is a perfect start for a much longer piece of writing. have you considered prose before? or maybe two or three linked poems? there is a title for a couple more, one being 'Are you there?' another 'Please show me'. think this has a lot of potential.