I do not know you, nor you I,
and we have never formally met;
your silhouette against the sky,
your splashy curves have caused regret.

When most I need your ear,
When inner cries die silent, unheard,
And walls but feed the fear,
You're absent, and I without a word.

You've a list of talking points,
and I have mine, and we
Talk past each other, wide disjoints,
Unable to disagree.

The words were kind, the biting tone
  cut gashes, red and deep;
So here I lay, in bed alone,
  unable now to sleep.