My weakness is your absence. Never failing to abuse me when you leave. When I can't touch you it attacks me– this lonliness and longing for you. It always reminds me of how much I truly love you. Myself never knowing how much I truly love you until you are away from me. But this time you have been severed from me. It's solitary confinement; like I've been locked away from you. The sentence is short but will seem like an eternity. But as I wait I think: everyday and every beat of my heart is one step closer to you once again being in my arms. And of me being free from this imprisonment of being separated from you my love.