This Too Shall Pass

I feel empty, nervous, unmoved.
You are careless with your words.
There is a distance of space and time.
Hope has caught Chance by the hair,
It waits for you and I.

I feel distant and cold.
I fear every day that comes between then and now.
My proficiency at being alone does no credit to you.
Will you take the broken me?
Will we be you and me?

There used to be faith in the future,
I used to praise each passing day.
Faith is slipping through my fingers.
I am nothing if I cannot believe
In you and me.

My aching heart will have to bear
Silence and piercing echoes as well.
The faith I once had will have to stay
Unquestioning.
My love, I know not where you are,
I know not of You and I.