SWTOR

Hollow
shallow
heart sinking depths below
I don’t know what to do with myself when you’re gone
my hands can’t hold a grip
my voice a tune
pleasure leaves me
Hollow
beating
faint retreat, be seated
collapsing, nothing without you, defeated
but then
your car pulls into the drive
I claw at the door like a lonely mutt
when you’re gone
I chew at the furniture
and scratch till I’m raw
then you return, keys jingling
I shake with excitement
Do you love me, master?