Short and untitled

They say that
"Sometimes you're further than the moon
and Sometimes closer than my skin."

Indeed

I remember when you were closer than my skin.
Those were the evenings spent alone with you in bliss.
Those were the mornings you awoke me with a gentle kiss.

And these are the evenings I sit alone and wish and reminisce.
These are the mornings when I wake to an alarm clock after falling asleep
with the hurting thought
"Why have you forsaken me?"