Stethoscopic Muteness

I remember nights
of nostalgic silence,
and creeping insomnia,
and the anticipation of
seeing you...

...in my dreams

To have my heart awakened
by the few little words you
whisper every now and then,
I wish I could hear what it is
that you feel within.

I extend my arm to cut the
distance in between, but I
can't risk opening my eyes
and find your ghost, when
all I'm is searching for the
warmth of you being near.

I'll stand the test of time,
logic, and all circumstances
to be lulled by your voice
into wherever land, into you.

So don't leave me..
.
.
..to utter lifelessness.

Come find me in the night,
when it's dark and cold,
when I'm cradled by loneliness,
when faded memories knock on
the walls of my mind.