Where Are You Beloved

Where Are You Beloved
By Nancy Rodriquez

I want to believe you are alive and well,
Though your silence is an awkward hell,
Try as I may, I do not feel you near,
and if you have passed, is my greatest fear,
If you had not blocked me out,
made our love turn into a louse,
embraced me when I was reaching you,
things would not be as they have become,
neither of us would have been lonesome,
and the dreams we made would be coming true,
How could I accept things being over,
when there was never any closure,
I had invested everything into us,
and you ran away toward lust,
It was not I who broke this trust,
Where are you, Beloved?