Longing

The days are drab and grey
The nights are tense and lonely
Things arent that much fun anymore
Yet you remain the one I adore

I long to be hugged
To see the glee in your eyes
But you jaws are straight
Your eyes so fixed in another direction

It happens too often
What do I do now?
But allow you to go through this phase
I hope it's the last

Ann @2007