His Desire

Being with him is like being alone 
No one to talk to no one to hold
Seeing him is bitter sweet 
Reminiscing of all the great times but 
That's all they are memories as treats 
Laying with him desiring his desire
Waiting for an arousal 
Laying just waiting for some kind of move some kind of gesture that suggests I want you, I love you
But none
Not even a kiss good night
Not even a warm touch or caress
Not anything but silence and the sound of his breathing, his heart beat, his snore 
Late at night at the darkest hour 
I lay in bed wondering why, as I let my heart pour in silent
My eyes bleed the pain my heart cries
But I have to be strong and put all my feelings aside 
One day praying that passion 
Rekindles that fire
Praying that soon maybe soon 
I will once again be 
his desire.