Dreaming about you, Does not really help. Because when I open my eyes, I repeatedly realize, That I’m still by myself. Now I’m listening to love songs, That’s simply breaking me down, Them relaying about how true love, They think they have found. But then I think about you. Why are you doing this to me? Being absent from my arms constantly. Or am I doing this to myself? Reminding myself that I’m by myself. Now I’m reading past letters, That once came in a steady flow. You letting me know what’s going on, On your side of the world, Reminding me that I’m your special girl, And that your are wishing that you could be here, With me… But you’re not so I’m still by myself. Now I’m looking at your picture, Your beautiful face, But me? Not present at that time or place. Your beautiful smile, And all the while, Your’re there, And I’m here looking at you, By myself… Now I’m writing this poem, These emotions growing by lines, Emulating my loneliness, Which grew over time, The time spent being away from you. Question is… Are you by yourself too?