Here I sit with a hundred questions in my head
But none in my heart.
The facts are blurred but the feeling is clear –
You are my love.
Each passing day disturbs me a little more
Fills me with nervous wonder,
Musings of why you have not called or come by
I am a shell –
Sleeping as much as possible to eliminate these difficult days from my memory
“Where is she?” I ask myself –
I am lonely and feeling broken
Longing for your touch,
The antidote for instant relief
There is no remedy -
Reality is pain
And all consuming at that.