Yet so numb

So much in here and yet so less

Is it the death of feelings
And I mourn the silence,
Or is it just the perception
Of the bitter acceptance?

Who is to know what it is to be
All I see is that it fails me

Thinking of you
My throat forms a lump,
So much to feel
Yet it feels so numb.

I wonder if any less could you care?
Will I ever wake up to find you there?

But there is something
That I know for sure,
You will find me there
When you open the door.
And noone ever
Would have loved you more.