Without Him

Wondering constantly where you are, my mind has become entirely
Integrated with the effect of your abscence. Polluted with
The fear of a future lacking your return. There is no such thing as
Home and there is no step
One. No picking myself up from this dusty floor
Underneath the table which should display our joined hands, but remains
Totally empty.

Heaven cannot hear me ask for you. A new sound has surfaced
In my voice.
Mercy has overlooked me.