I now understand the sadness in me
is caused not by loneliness, but aloneness.
Because I am not alone, except in my bed
and I am never lonely when I am alone.

It is something deeper and
more meaningful than that.
It's the lack of you in my heart,
or rather the lack of me in your heart.

Seems it's just not felt by you,
or maybe it's just ignored;
It isn't ignored by me, though,
because I can't ignore my soul.

This soul that is cleaved in two,
As long as I am without you.
To be happy is what I wish,
But this soul is amputated.

Sadly, there is no prosthetic
for an amputated soul...