Alone

Alone I sit,

waiting, counting.

I do not have her at my side.

I do not have peace in my heart,

since it beats only for her.

And she is not here,

with me.

When I am without her

I feel the worst pain,

worse than rawness or blood,

worse than words or splinters.

I want to be with her,

but for now,...

now I must be alone.

And wait,

And count the minutes,

until my heart can beat again.

When she is at my side.

I love her.