Without You

It has been six days since I have seen her. In all that time she left me totally totally alone. Not a word not a call not a touch not a sight of her. How does she go and leave me so easily like this? How is it that she does not need to see me by tormented day? How is it that she does not need to sleep beside me during long lonely nights? Her naked body under the sheets cannot hold me at a distance. Her skin cannot feel the healing massage of my caring hand. Nor can an empty bed hold reassuring comfort of her touch. Nights I lay awake at nights without you. Nights are lonely and long without you. Life is an empty night alone wasted without you. Copyright © Terence George Craddock