One thinks about not having someone…
To think about,
That’s special!
Use to being independent!
A feeling one attempts to overcome,
To show a growing stirring,
Some of an emotional dependency
Wish to awaken from…
With needs fed and touched!
By that someone ‘special’
Desired as such by ‘that’ one very much.
Use to being lonely.
Getting use to being the only one,
One thinks about not having someone…
To think about,
That’s special…
And unlike anyone!
To be thought of that way,
Would make the days…
Anticipate nights.
By one spent wishing…
To be embraced and kissing,
That someone who will unwind one heart…
From so many that are missing.
Pieces left broken and torn apart…
Hoping a knock on a door will spark,
In distances reminiscing.