And, I ask, again
for the millionth time
who
can I turn to
when I am alone
when the person I turned to
has turned their back to me
I don't miss your touch so much as I miss your presence
I don't miss your kisses as much as I miss being held by you
And, above all else
I miss having someone to talk to
when the world around me seems to be falling apart
and I never showed anyone else
that the wallpaper to my mind
was torn and tarnished
And who do I turn to
when
the person who, to me, was the entirety of this world
has left me too?