Him

I said the words, But you were ignorant. You heard my voice, Yet incapable of identifying the significance behind it. My silence never affected you as it did before, Might my absence concern you? You were there close to being reached, But why does it seem you are far from my hold? The wall you put on us, Gradually, destroying what we had built over the years. Am I still delusional about us? Or is it my fear that displaying words that are harder to convey to you?