He has gone – and for how long – only the night will tell. I miss him in this place – I miss him close to me. I play lovestruck, heartache, burning deep inside. No one can know what it’s like. It is difficult to describe. And sometimes I just want to close it up – those lasting hours – until the tick click of the front door – and the shuffling into the room. He crawls into this warm place – where I have wasted the night – sleepless and restless and aching like sunburn. He yawns and rubs his weary eyes – while I sniffle – over trivial matters – that no matter. He pulls me close and tells me – he loves me. I was in the missing – and I look forward to the kissing – the sorry for the empty. Only – now he has gone – and again – I am alone.
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