Blank.

I haven't even heard the sound of your voice.
It was only the blank tones and empty sounds of dialing and ringing.
My heart was already shaking.
I can already hear the shattering noises that my heart is making as you pick up the phone.
Your coldest hello, though I'm so used to it.
The ones that you give me before you leave my heart blank and empty once more.
I hear it once again and my whole body starts to tremble.
Listening to the voice that is about to break and torment me.
The emptiness of your tone, the deafening nothing of your silence.
All it comes down to me, as I shake, rattle and roll around the edges of my bed.
I can feel it coming, as you downsize my feelings one more.
Torture my inner being once again.
Blame it on the mistakes that I make from the steps that I take.
Foolishly hanging on to the thread-line that separates our inner sanctuary from being broken.
Though the opportunity of downfall is new, the feeling is old.
Numb to the entire process that interludes the end.
Listening to your silence.