Estrangement - A Sonnet

My heart firmly refuses to keep time,
arrested by a daunting sense of fear.
I long to wake and find you standing here;
and yet this void thwarts reason and all rhyme.
The clock upon the mantle sounds its chime.
Likewise, alarms in me ring loud and clear.
My hands, my arms cry out to draw you near,
to feel you flesh to flesh, relief sublime.
If this critical world would me impeach,
and find me guilty, loving you too much;
I’d gladly stand and face the charges each,
if in the end I’d mercy find to such
degree that I could shortly mend this breach:
consoled--despite the verdict--by your touch.