I sent a telegraph to your heart,
but the wire was cut before my
thoughts reached you.

I sent a letter to collect on your
doorstep, but I never posted
enough emotion.

"Return to sender whispered
within its closed reflection.

I'm incomplete with out you next to me,
faded words remembered before you left.
Incomplete emotions are never heard,  
I wait on the porch for any word.

But my needing is versed as my tears
fall, never captured by you feelings.
I'm incomplete without you, needing
you more than breath, I'm all alone.