Dying Conversation

Months flew by but still nothing back.
Years past but still something lacks.

Patience, I tell myself I need that.
However, I keep staring at the crack
On my screen, hoping it will flash
New colors instead of plain black
Emptiness staring right back.

Idiot…I thought as I continued to tap
Several times on the darkened glass.

Damn, I guess I just will not accept that
Even after the hours spent hands clasped
Around hopeful thoughts from the past,
Darkness still holds firm its grasp.