It's difficult to feel loved at times...
friends move away, one by one -
disappearing from the face of the earth.
Long distance pals drop out of touch;
while others lead such fulfilled lives
that you've been nudged far,
far, very far to one side.
One works constantly
not finding time for herself, let alone you.
Another moved to the far side of somewhere,
and it feels like the end of eternity
when you travel that distance -
it just doesn't happen very often.
A few moved off into the solar system
and you'll visit them never again.
Your significant other
still resides in timbuktu this year;
those who love you most, they say -
you wind up always visiting them...
not them visiting you.
It's truly difficult feeling loved at times.
you bite the bullet and toughen up a bit
and grab even tighter onto what you still have,
and love yourself even more
than you thought possible the day before.