Reaching for a hand that isn’t all there What else can I do but let go? I’m falling on my own words For the echo they leave in my head And the arguments that ring in my ears Reflect faults the both of us have suffered And the kind words become so rare… Why should I talk if I will not be heard? For after so many times of denial Of loneliness, of nothing to lean on Despair closes around my neck And strangles my heart of all hope I’m reaching and reaching for you But you won’t be reached for.