Joy has no meaning
one doesn’t feel like cleaning.

Beings are lifeless
they need a caress.

Yearnings double
absence adds to troubles.

Everything is dull
unbearable is this lull.

Energies are too low
there is no glow.

It’s dark and dingy
moods are edgy. 

Presence matters
without it everything is in tatters.

The blues hit hard
life is in shards.

Crying is normal
gestures are formal.

There is no sense of direction
bizarre are reactions.

To touch, to feel, to hold and to love heightens 
to see, to say, to hear and to spend time hastens. 

All one wants and needs is that person
thus missing spree is because of this reason.