In a room full of people; I still feel lonely. No matter where i am; I feel lonely. Your arms was my safe place.. and now they are a vacant space, being filled with temporary guests. There is no more us, and I cannot accept that. My treacherous memories sneak up on me; preventing my wounded heart to heal. I continue to beg when I know it wonβt change. My body craves your touch; almost like an addiction. My desolate heart weeps, hoping you come home.