Silent

You are silent again.
Sometimes I wished you would leave me.
But if you do that I would miss you,
more. Your silence scares me.
It is, as if, you have disappeared.
This fear, this longing, this terrible in-between
and over the edge of the rollercoster ride;
these feelings I have for you, let's stop here.
Then I am sure
that you have completely disappear.
You will be gone. Like the rest.
Six months, then we'll see.
Today you are silent again.