They say that "Sometimes you're further than the moon and Sometimes closer than my skin." Indeed I remember when you were closer than my skin. Those were the evenings spent alone with you in bliss. Those were the mornings you awoke me with a gentle kiss. And these are the evenings I sit alone and wish and reminisce. These are the mornings when I wake to an alarm clock after falling asleep with the hurting thought "Why have you forsaken me?"