To miss the ones you love

Across highways and mountains and seas

Gives a feeling of sadness, sure

But also that of ease.

When the day is at its close

At least you can be sure

That they affect your life enough

To keep you wanting more.

But missing those you see each week

And sometimes every day

Makes the part of you craving company

Shrivel up and fade away.

It is never totally gone, however,

And always hungers slightly

And this hunger grows if gone unfed

And should not be taken lightly.

With all the people in the world 

yet not a confidant in sight

That starving little part of you

Will, indeed, your body smite.

Instead of wanting companions

You’ll crave nothing but solitude

In which to rip your paling skin

To feel something, however crude.