She’s waiting for the tapping at her door
Unsure if she wants to hear it once more,
But she’ll answer just because he comes back
Filling voids if not emotional lack.

Come in, sit down, and how are you doing?

Now she’s talking just to hear a voice sound,
He’ll not answer since he is not around,
Not that they have any conversations,
Only the temporary sensations.

Come in, lay down, and what are we doing?

They’ll come the rough rapping and he’ll be there,
A burning desire without a care,
Someone to touch her to not be alone
Actions to fill her solitary home