Echoes

I hear the echo of my own words. Trying to reach you, but just hurtling back to me.

I turn over to see the silhouette of your body, turned away from me.

You know and you don't. You feel or you don't. You say or you don't.

The words, feelings, stares and nudges all swinging in an abyss. Taking me down with them.

How do I recoil from here? 

OR

Do I need to break free of this reverie of mine?