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?
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