My body ~ my very spirit
Cries out for you.
I need you with me,
Yet you haven't arrived.

How much longer can I go on like this?
I wish I knew the answer.

The hurt inside,
This aching void
Threatens to consume me ~ flesh and spirit.

Without some assurance,
Confirmation that I'm alive,
That I'm wanted here where I am ~ I lack motivation.
The void creeps up and thieves it away;
That, and my appetite and all thoughts
Except those of my misery.

Perhaps you'll arrive and my bouts of sorrow will end.
You may come and take no notice of me.
Maybe you'll show up and a new kind of sorrow will begin.