Here I am again, without my man
The man I call my soul mate
I miss him.

An hour doesn’t go by without me thinking about him
I SMS him almost every day
But he doesn’t always reply
But I’m patient

I call him, wishing to hear his voice
And at times he doesn’t pick up the phone
And again it’s okay
Because I know he is a busy man

I don’t know how much longer I can hold this up

I miss his gentle caress and smile
I miss how he says my name
The way he walks and how his eyes say I’m his

But here I am….all alone
The only one making means to communicate