Loneliness

I hate this feeling, this loneliness. 
 
It’s always there. 
 
Gently caressing or ripping out my heart. 
 
She takes the sheet with her as she rolls over in her sleep.
 
The movement startles me I’d forgotten she was there.

We’d been impatient. Ripping clothes, both eager to touch and explore.

It was only a temporary relief.

A fuck to scratch an itch, distract my aching heart.

She isn’t you, it'll never be you.

Like an old friend it settles in, this loneliness.