It's sad

It's sad lying here alone. My skin is chilled. The air around me feels void of any source of warmth. It feels sad against my body. No need for tears. It's not that kind of sadness. It's a yearning that tugs on my heart. It almost causes me pain. Almost like suffering. The want for the one I fit. To be against me. Thoughts and reminiscing help some. It takes the edge off the air that bites me. It's easier to breathe. Not so cold. So my eyes I close tight and play the pictures over and again. The track shifts and I have questions.Are they as sad and lonely as I? Do they have the want for me to match my want for them? It's possible. Desire is high. They should be here soon. Not soon enough. I miss you. Please hurry.