Painstaking.

There's an empty space where something used to be,
where you had been pressed so closely against me
and there's this empty length around my waist
where your arms always held me so warmly.

I've been doing my waiting and desperately pleading
for time to do its work and dull this constant aching.
I'm waiting for the day when I wake up
and there's an end to the incessant needing.

But I don't want to not miss you
and this ache may hurt but it must mean its true.
Our love is forever and always,
so I will let the pain do as it needs to do.

I'm sorry that sometimes I get so caught
in everything that brings me down and I really ought
to let you speak to me but, perhaps there is still hesitancy
because crying isn't to see, its what I've been taught.

No matter the case, we're breaking down walls
and through my heart I let that breaking pain crawl.
I'll let you into what's always been kept locked and closed,
because with you at the end, this is worth my all.

"Only what you really love can hurt you this much."