Where The Silence Is Real. Poem by Veronika Bitkina

I can see:
you don't care.
I am aware
now.
It hurts.
And the thoughts
to desert
to the desert
or not:
anywhere,
far away
with no thoughts
for all day
from midnight
to midnight
not to miss you
somehow
to survive
just for now.
We have
Nothing!
Not meet,
neither touch..
but I miss you
somehow
so! much..
and I tried
to detouch,
had strong will.
Cried.
and cried.
till..
my will died..
and you stayed
in my mind,
so, again
I just cried.
I returned
to the life
where
the silence
is real.
I'm exhausted
to ask
empty space
how you feel.
With no answer,
just silence
I can guess,
but my thoughts
won't be true..
and by silence
I'm losing
my you...