I sit here all along feeling so empty and lonely
I think of you often, every minute of the day
Wondering how you are, what you are doing.
Wishing I could hold you
I sit remembering all we've shared
Dreaming of all that will be,
And crying a tear for every minute we are apart.
At times will tell myself I am strong
And the time apart will go quickly
Yet at another I sit and cry and wonder why.
I must hurt this way.
Though somewhere in the loneliness
Somewhere in the emptiness
I find myself feeling very loved
And I realize that it's not the loving that hurts so much
It's being without you...
Submitted by: Sylvia Kay Hamby