Untitled (silence)

Sitting,
waiting,
breathing in the cold air that I'd rather live without.
Your words are cold,
and they hurt me.
Killing me little by little,
like these deep breaths of suicide.
Wondering,
waiting,
never knowing when or where you'll be tonight.
Will you be with me tonight?
Looking out of my window,
watching rain fall on my sill,
hoping,
denying
the fact that I'm here and you're there,
I'm without you,
in this cold and desolate silence.
Silence,
freezing,
without your arms to hold me...
Without the pain you bring me,
I am not whole.