The need is gnawing.
The need is distinct.
The need is constant
and clawing
and cloying
and leaves me hungry for more
and useless for little else.

The need is leaving me less and less
day after day of your stay away from me
and I don’t know if I can bear your absence much longer.

When will you be coming back?
Can I pick you up at the station?
I just hope I’ll still be able to drive…