Half

Today,
My kajal bled into your smile as we untangled the wires connecting our hearts.
The cord led me to you but I couldnt find you through the people haze of ring tones and beeps and boundaries.
You were always on the other side of the window.
But today,
The window is silent, it's glass opaque,
And I can do nothing but try and overhear your heartbeat through the silent noise of the telephone.
And I curse technology for flying you away and leaving me with pieces I am forced to pick up,
Like your voice that slices through the darkness, tantalising my emotions but evading my half-hearted clutch into nothingness.
You voice that plates my armour and paints on my make-up,
Your voice that has switched to the other side.
And as always,
I want more.