Oh the Irony.

This Aching Empty
I do not mind the waiting
The silence, or the lonely
The thing I mind, as you will find
Is living without you.

My thoughts are mine alone, you see
My time - free to command.
But emptiness is hard to breathe -
This living without you.

The bed is not the problem
I sprawl, I twist, I turn alone
But when the sleep eludes me, love
I find this just won't do.
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You can't imagine how unbearable it is to be so far apart. I never imagined it would be like this. Sigh.