Without

a poem or a song about being without a loved one

The fate of my patience,
falls ever more vulnerable,
to the loneliness I suffer,
without you.

It's an emptiness,
unlike any hollowness.
Unable to recuperate,
time without you.

I force myself to live.
In despair as I wait.
Through all the pain.
Too much time without you.

And why do I go through this,
because I love you.
I never doubted this.
Still it's too much time without you.


By,

Rocky