Is it self-torture to allow these thoughts to steep in my head?
I miss him.
The cruelest part of love is distance
especially when brought in close proximity:
it hurts to see him every day.
He is often at arm's length
but I can't hear his voice.
I want to scream out in anguish.
But instead, I lay my head on the table.
Sometimes, I lean my head on his shoulder. And the presence never seems to bother him-
but it is never returned.