She can only pray

And she's no longer alone,
But alone more than ever-
She wishes to go back before her love had left;
But it's the price she pays for a love so strong, with a passion so deep.
She ponders,
"Am I not as attractive?"
"Have I gained weight" - even though she knows the scale claims she's lost it
"Is she too distracted?"
"Is she no longer attracted?"

The lack of human touch, makes her soul cringe.
Her heart shakes- and her body aches.
A hand being the one and only escape.

Her love claimed that she has been angry- and distant,
But in reality the girl simply just wants to be loved, to be touched, to be unforgotten.

She knows that her love is busy in creating a life for them full of comfort and joy;
Yet the time starts to sink in... the lack of touch, creeps in.

Recently absent for five months,
An apparent grudge-
Needing to be set free like a dove from a cage.

Home for less than two, and then back at it she goes.
Lonely is a word, that doesn't even begin to describe.
No money, no fame;
Could make the absence disappear.
She can only hope that one day, it is acknowledged that she is her love's love.

She can only pray.