Separation

This is about someone I miss deeply, yet torn between love and hate.

Dear Diary,

 

I sit here staring blankly at my motionless phone, waiting for the call that could awaken this deadened silence, this harsh form of punishment, of seclusion and isolation from him. Diary, if you knew who he was, you would surely think that I am on the brink of insanity, waiting to crack under the enormous pressure and the events that put a stake in our relationship- perhaps permanently. Since that one fateful day there has been this empty void, a deep dark abyss pieced so craftily in my heart I fail and fail to patch it up. The pain was electricity sent through my veins, searing every nerve of my body, and I would have to shower just to wash away the pain, cleanse it away. I hate to say it, Diary, but he has injured to not kill, but maim. And maim he did. This soul, this heart, will endeavor, but thrive not. Not without resolving the issues that plague the gray area inbetween, that gets darker every day...Resilence perhaps. I wonder if things would be different, Diary, if I had stayed there, in that hometown of mine, under his roof, under his shelter, and under his wing. Would the pain instead cry out for her? I cannot say...However, I do know that if the situation differed to living with him, there would not be a giant gaping hole between her and me. But I have to wonder, Diary, why is there this dark void when he has hurt me so? When he refuses to take my calls and call me? When we do communicate there is nothing but static and friction hanging up the line in a simple kink in the cord...or maybe not so simple. He will not drive here to see me, and when he gets emotional, he cries on his side of the phone, and oh, I'll admit it makes me cry, too. Silent tears slid down my cheek many times listening to the tears of sorrow shed from those deep brown eyes. You know, Diary, if I say so, it is like he's dead to me. And that kills that part of me that yearns to see, to hug him one last time. Just one goodbye. One last hug to hug Father goodbye.

Reviews

[Chris Lotus]

I can really feel the connection between the speaker has with the Father here. So many emotional obstacles and circumstances in the way between the two. The piece very well illustrates a scenario few may probably relate to and many may never feel, but they will feel it most definitely in this work here.

[Chris Lotus]

Not saying this is unoriginal, but when I read it, it made me think of "One More Night" by Phil Collins. It has that same moody, lamenting tone to it. I can really relate to this one in many ways. I dont know if this is just me, but I could see you writing this while it was rainy and stormy or just a vert tranquil night. Excellent writing!

[Soul Magic✯]

this is very well written from the heart and soul. you're so creative and talented... i enjoyed reading your work. stay hot

[I Am Svetlana]

Simply beautiful!