Longing

People call it lonliness

But to me it's longing

My fingertips long for the touch of your skin

My lips tingling with the thought of yours on top of them

My eyes cried for you, as my heart broke without you

My arms reaching toward your side of the bed at night

Little did everyone know, I wasn't lonely

I still had every memory of you in swirling around in my mind

I still love you and you're still here with me, 

Even though in reality you're 12,000 miles away

This longing won't stop until my arms are met with your embrace

And my lips with yours

It's not lonliness, it's called longing

Longing for the love that I'm being forced to live without until you return home