hurting...

My soul is leaking out in dribs and drabs.
Each word you don't say pushes out another small bit.

Funny how you can start over with one person who hurt you but you really can't with me. Not really.

Do you think I've cut the link? That I can't feel your agitation, your anxiety?
Do you think that just because there are 2600+ miles between us that I can't feel your feelings?

You want to know the dream but all it will do is make that gap between us even larger. "It's your fears; it's not the truth." But you're wrong, my friend. It would truly be the end.
And my soul would be lost forever, then.