Losses

There seems to be a loss,

A dearth if you will,

Of passion in our life.

I don’t know if you don’t care

Or if you have just grown tired.

All I know is I miss your touch

And your attention.

I feel alone so much of the time

Even when you are here.

Is there any way to save us

Or is the loss too great to overcome?

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – dearth