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