Coward

I refuse to face life without a partner,
life has become numb
lacking taste and lingering joy
I am a coward  
Though I am surrounded on all sides  
I refuse to believe that this is all I need.  
A gentle touch,  
one that can be easily replicated  
but hard to fake.  
Kind, loving, encouraging words,  
hiding feelings of want.  
A kiss, oh a kiss,  
that comes from the heart,  
that you can slip into and wear,  
and leaves you better instead of yearning.  
 
I am a coward.  
Every day I am without a partner  
I die a little inside.  
That is weakness,  
plain and simple.  
I want love.  
All the writing,  
and the money,  
and the success means little.  
I lack that spark I need so much.  
This coward is me,  
as is the loneliness.  
 
I will push on as people need me  
Accept that loneliness is a one way street.  
You can't go back.  
Leaves only one direction.