I am hungry, yes, but not for lack of food.
I hunger for hellos and conversations,
"I love you's" and angry confrontations.
I hunger for your voice, your taste, your touch.
I am tired, yes, but not for lack of sleep.
I tire of lonlessness and an empty bed,
"I miss you's" and things unsaid.
I tire of loss and sadness and distance.
I am bored, yes, but not for lack of entertainment.
I bore of silence and standing still,
"I wish you's" and maybe we wills.
I bore of people and places and things.
I understand your feelings boy,
More then I care to admit.