Confusion racks his soul
Does she love him? Does he love her?
They speak the words
Yet are doomed: eternally apart.

She never calls him
He can't Ring her... Driven to growling!
He takes it out on others
Or just   quietly holds it all in.

"Love! Do you not miss me?
For I miss you when we are apart.
Without you my heart
Is dead and empty."

"We were meant to be...
Yet so many things are keeping us separate!"
Depression and solitude
Oozes out his ears.

I Hate you!
NO... I Love you... Or do I?
Confusion racks my soul
and the phone never rings...