A Whispered Scream

For Ben, like always

My frozen teardrops shatter on the floor.

I wish for you to be here,

In my arms.

An empty longing blossoms melancholy hope,

Never proven true,

Always doused with doubt.

I long for you,

For the hushed whisper you use

When you tell me it will be okay.

It will never be okay.

I will never be okay

But you give me that doubt soaked hope that someday,

 

I will be....