Silence, the worst form of punishment.

To be alone in your thoughts without a way out is torture.

So why, why have I been left alone Again?

I thought You‘d break this repetition of Silence’s madness.

I guess not.

Was it too much to ask for me to hold onto You just a bit longer?

Possibly.

Was it too much to ask for me to stay with You in moments of fragility?

Possibly.

Was it too much to ask for me to cherish our time together?

I guess it was.

And now I’m met with silence.

Again.