Sitting here
with not you,
heart
yearning,
turning,
churning,
burning,
spinning,
dreaming of winning,
missing you so deep.
Will I see a day,
that this pain will end,
and our hearts,
they find their way,
back to where they belong,
for now I choke on loss,
as heart misses
every other beat,
working it's way to nowhere,
yet dreaming of the day,
you come back to me,
if you can, if you will.
