I am far from lonely.
I feel his love every day,
and so long as he is out there,
and happy, and mine,
I will be okay.
I am far from lonely.
But when I wake and think of him,
I reach for him and find emptiness.
At night I think of him, falling asleep cold,
and I express my love with no kiss;
no frame of an embrace.
While I feel the deepest love,
and I am far from lonely,
it is then that I am most alone.