My walls are covered with old photos and lots of pictures. So then why do my walls look so bare to me? It's because you're not here.
The floor is covered with a myriad of mismatched furniture. So then why does the floor appear to be so desolate? It's because you're not here.
My bookcases are stuffed with hundreds of books and movies. So then why do my bookcases seem so empty in my sight? It's because you're not here.
The bed has warm blankets and soft comforters piled high. So then why does the bed feel so stiff and cold? It's because you're not here.
My life is filled with an active, fulfilling plethora of adventures. I've got friends, work, my writing, and a world of experiences. So then why does my heart beat with a dull, lonely rhythm? Why does my mind ache with a sick, empty feeling of dark solitude, and a throb of black isolation, even among the crowd?
It's because you're not here. I need you. I need you here. Oh, how I need you here with me!