Sunday Void

I miss it.
That feeling of security and love,
That can only truly be experienced by the
Strong embrace of your man.
These lazy Sundays, the void is painful.
I want you, your big arms
And warm body,
Holding me on the sofa,
Pressed up close.
Cuddles under the duvet,
Safe in the knowledge that you love me.

But we threw it away.
Sacrificed the loving stares,
The tight grip,
The unspoken love,
For snippets of lust.
All sex and no connection.
Making me feel the absence
Of love even more.
Not sure how much longer
I can live like this.
How much longer I can pretend.