scales

Don't all hearts whisper the same
How can the scales of love tip
for another and not be level
How can one miss another so much
till he bleeds her memories in sleep
yet to abhor death for he has found her to be
his everything,his all
but doesn't the she forget his very existence
or so I do perceive everyday in silence
and the games we play,or I think we used to play
leaves me wondering
if its all true
of what I see in you
when you look back at me
or when I long for you
yet not a whisper from you
and the silence burns away these bridges of thoughts
the seconds I ignore willfully
to unwelcome the madness that ensues
but the minutes gnaw at my heels relentless
reminding me of every inch we are apart
the mind aches for a glimpse of your face
of love defined by form
the soul begs for your smiles,to hear that laughter again
and make this still lifeblood flow once more
but neither seen nor heard
these awkward and foolish moments persist
as I wade through the darkest of seas
leaving all that I love behind me
every single day
missing that piece that fits my conscious being
every single day
tearing myself from where my heart belongs
every single day