I sit here alone 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 I tell myself I am strong
and the time apart will go quickly,
yet at others, I sit and cry
and wonder why love must hurt this way.
Though somewhere in that 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.
~Cathy Lynn Oaks
