With You

To see two lovers happy,
Wrings out every tear I could ever cry.
Why not tears of joy?

To see two lovers in love,
Makes me feel eviscerated by loneliness.
Why not feelings of being complete?

To see two lovers touch,
Sets my skin aching for the slightest recognition.
Why not the warmness of arms forever around me?

To see two lovers marry,
Drives me to rip my soul from my body.
Why not the blissfulness of not needing any thing else?

To see two lovers embrace,
Crushes my spirit to implosion.
Why not the sense of wholeness?

To see two lovers kiss,
Sends thousands of daggers through my heart.
Why not the happiness I crave?