What....Nothing

She has gone beyond,
the length of my arm; i tried
holding on, to me, so never cried
buried, took it in my stride,

there were things,
as seen by me, in her eyes,
it was just, i didn't recognise,

her words are mere noise and sound,
earlier they made sense, now profound,

night is about to over,
hope, tomorrow will be bright,
another knock on the door,
am waiting for the sight, is it her,

i have stopped dreaming
as lost, about her, every meaning...