Yearning For Respite

I sit here after eight long years,
I sit here breathing, but barely,
I sit here, a soul asking for relief,
I sit here, my eyes red with tears.

I stare at the telephone all day long,
I stare at it through the dark nights,
I wish, I pray, I hope to hear it ring,
And upon answering hear your voice.

It has been three years since I last saw your face,
Three dreadful years since I last heard your voice,
Three painful years since I last breathed at peace,
Three terrible years since I woke up with a purpose.

Every day since the last day I saw you,
Has been more painful since the last,
The only obsession that keeps me alive,
Is the hope of hearing the telephone ring.

I love you more than anything in this world,
You never knew how profoundly I fell for you,
The wound which would only deepen and hurt,
Has caused the beating of my heart to fade away.

I just wish to see you again,
Before I lose my weary mind,
I just hope to hold you close,
At least once in this wretched life.

I love you so much it can’t be expressed,
Words never failed me before I saw you,
It felt like god put an angel on this Earth,
For me to keep warm in the merciless cold.

It has been eight lengthy painful years,
How long before god shows me mercy?
When will I hear that telephone ring?
You will call, I know you will! Won’t you?