Missing Her

Hours I spend, alone lying supine in my bed. Her absence, the worst thing I've known; and the cause of these tears I shed. She appears to need her space - this I give of my own accord. But the thing which I cannot face, is to be truly ignored. Yet I dare not go back, upon my word and my assurance; conviction is not what I lack - simply emotional endurance. And so I let no one see my heart and my distress - oh, won't you please come back to me, my lovely, wandering Jess?