The lonely heart

This loneliness is eating me up
we are miserable in different rooms 
words have been spoken over and over again
what more is there to say
other than platitudes 
When *** died, our love died too
The only thing we have in common
is the fear of being alone 
At night, I sneak into her bedroom
to see if she is still breathing
when I'm half awake
I know she is checking up on me
We need each other as never before
can one say this is a kind of love