I hadn't realized
The aching emptiness
He left
In my Life
Until the knock came
On the Front
Door.

The comfort
Of him existing
Was enough
It was
So much
Because I
Didn't have to worry.

He's never needed
Me to hold him close
To make things okay
Though if he does
He knows
Where
I am.
I will not
Deny him
And, in truth,
Hope the day comes
When he asks.

It doesn't hurt
That I can't
Have
Him, I suppose
Though it can't be denied
I do remember
The softness
Of
Those lips.

I need the comfort
Of knowing
He exists
More Often.