I sit here alone
Feeling empty and lonely.
I think of you often
Practically every minute of the day;
Wondering how you're doing,
What you are feeling
And wishing that I could hold you.
I sit remembering all we've shared
Dreaming of all that will be,
And crying a tear
For every minute that we're apart.
At times I tell myself I am strong
That the time apart will go quickly;
Yet at others, I sit and cry
And wonder why love must hurt this way.
Though somewhere in the loneliness,
Somewhere in the emptiness;
I find myself feeling very loved
And I realise that,
It's not the loving that hurts so much.
It's being without you.
© Lonewolf 71
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