Just a Dot on The Page

I’ve waited for any word
Just a dot on a page
But all I get is the ticking of the clock
And its 4 am on a sleepless night of the soul
And I’m tired of being awake and alone
But that’s nothing compared to the tired of hurting –
The pain that ebbs and flows
Those times when I’m almost alright
And those times when everything stops
And I tear up like I’ve been gut punched
And those are the highs and the lows
Adrift on a sea of emptiness
And I don’t know how to find myself
I’m meaningless to the one who gave everything meaning
And nothing I say or do reaches across the vastness
Of we’re through
Though, God Knows, my heart wants too