The Right Kind of Lonely

The absence of your voice Kind words, kinder deeds The radio can continue playing the lovers tune. The emotions yawn like a tiny stop gap You reached me, dolphin kisses we shared, eyes locked in our own embrace, every inch of your face. Otters ottering about in the pod sharing a snog. Holding hands in the flat as we cooked the tea, I know you never kissed another as many times as me, In the supermarket, in the car, cycling, showering, kisses, kisses, kissing me. I wait for when I;m lonely and it's just me.