A short mood piece about longing for someone when they are away.

This feeling, this inevitable feeling, it comes and goes but it never actually leaves. It consumes me.
I’m here for you… waiting, waiting for you to succumb, but you don’t.
Just like you promised, you’re back yet back is not here, its onto the next.
If you stayed, would I be whole again? Would this feeling disappear? – or will resent ultimately be the test, the
test that never rests