The nightmare doesn't really end

Its a rare chilly afternoon in summer,
And you called me after so long, 

ain't it a wonder!

We talk, so fake..
Yet we aren't really listening,
'cos the silences are screaming,
the hidden words, out aloud!

Queer things are happening

I know, you too, are suffering.. 

But I can't stop crying out my woes,
'cos you are the only one who is close!

We try, mending the bridges,
walking to each other, in inches
But all we do is, fall away, far apart
ripping the others' heart apart!

I wait for the end of the night,
hoping for the light..
But the nightmares don't end..