Counting Months

My envy has reached new levels anguish.
Knowing they can see you.
In the flesh...

Reminders of you,
haunt my day and nights.
Not even my dreams are safe...

You are gone.
And nothing but your return
will heal this pain.

I fill my day with...
Anything and everything!
In the hopes that your memory
will not rise within.

It is a wasted effort.
For wrapped around my heart
you are.

Counting down the days
to your return,
brings me Joy and heartache.
The longing builds
and rises
till it Burns!

So at last I wait.
Counting months
and days
and hours
and minute.

Bravely facing the empty
till at last,
your Touch is Real...