gone

is there any way that i can touch you
that doesn't skim right off the surface
of your exquisitely contrived veneer ?
is there a plea which i might utter
that could stir you from within ?
if there is than this is it
i am lost and i am dying
and whatever reason that i'd had
for hanging on til now is gone

i am so close to you
if you were but to still yourself to silence
for even less than what it takes to draw a breath
you would feel this desperate longing
you could hear these woeful sobs
you would know that it is you
i reach out for at this crucial time
but it seems there is no way
nor ever has there been
to find that space between your chosen moments
to let you know that i so need you

if there is a plea which i might utter
that could stir you from within
if there is than this is it
i am lost and i am dying
and if it isn't you that turns to listen
to this last fading faltering plea
than it is over
i am gone
but for the wasted hope
of that brief silence
i am dead
i am gone