I sit in my room despondent and alone,

Hundreds of miles from the one I hold dear,

Missing her is the only thing that I've known,

And all that I want is for us to be near.

Thoughts of her beauty cloud inside my head,

As I long for the warmth of her touch;

And all I remember is the last thing that she said,

"Don't you miss me too much".

Miss her too much I indeed have done,

To a degree that has become so extreme,

Even more sad and lonesome I become,

And even more bleak my life starts to seem.

Being aloof is a detrimental feeling,

and reuniting is the only way of healing.