as i stare outside this hand made window i wait for you to come back to this empty space of which they call a home i have felt loneliness before but i have never felt the sense of missing someone this something that had been sheltered from me in my artificial life because i have always had a companion to be by my side through as the day rolls on i find myself staring at the window more and more everyday waiting for you to show up again i feel sort of emptiness a bitter suffocating feeling that will not be satisfied by the simple memory of you holding me as i fall asleep in your arms even as i remember your heart beat your soft breathing the way you move in your sleep it doesn’t compare to the feeling of you being with me in person..... so..... i wait for you...