Dear T, it's National Poetry Month, and I'm doing the poem-a-day challenge again of course, so here you go this about says it all:

tell me, will it
ever stop
the wanting of something
I can't have with you?
Even when I'm alone
I'm not
because you're there with me
in every thought
in every feeling.
Do you know?
Can you sense it?
Do thoughts of me ever intrude
unbidden?
Tell me, will I
ever want to make it stop?