Some times

I think I feel him reaching out to me from some Astral plane
He hears me calling out his name.
Familiar are my lips my breath his skin.
I love him still
I loved him when and I will love him in the end.
His spirit crying out in pain
His heart in pieces once again
I close my eyes and call to him
thru the quiet of the night.
Come and be with me my love.
On the other side my spirit waits.
Souls united way back in time
Lost without,
weary bitter and betrayed.
As the days grow old and the last door slams
The lights go out  
until there is naught
for the glow of a phone screen lighting up the night
This is where is starts
the writhing and the whining
of a broken heart thats been hiding
Alone on our beds
A goodnight kiss is more than missed
Living lives without passion
feels like slowly dying