For Lonely Girls in February

"It's hard to be in love, mama."
Honey, I've heard that song and dance before
I know how difficult it is, to fall asleep without being in his arms
Without hearing the thumb-bump of his ever steady heart
To know that he's miles away, to not feel him even near
Can't call, can't write…
It's tough not being able
To see his shining face when the sun rises, not to tell him
"Good morning." Or share a dainty kiss.
To go for months without touching that rough but so soft skin
And not to feel those eager hands touching your own fingertips.
Though you still have his scent, you can't smell it anymore.
Though you still wear his rings, they don't glisten with warmth anymore.
You swear you can see him right there, but then in a blink of an eye
Gone.
Not to feel his silky hair nor to hear his masculine voice, not to be
Teased or held or pet or bit.
Not to know he's there to connect eyes with
And let your souls scream
"Damn, I love you!"
God bless your patience child. God bless your open heart.
I hope that you won't ever spend too much time,
With your lover,
Apart.  
And when the time comes and you find the one
You know he'll be so right for you.
Please, young woman, please
Don't ever let him go.