Just breathin'

Lonesome studying this irrelevant matter.
Concentrating on the dull theories posed long ago
by a person long deceased.
How can I work when I mentally dwell far
away from my desk.
Missing something, someone,
you.
When you're away, how can I live?
When I'm without you, I'm not living
but merely breathing.
Breathing to survive and waiting for the moment.
The moment when we can rejoin eachother, in
a warm embrace.
All I want to say is that I belong with you...