It Must Be Something

I don’t know what you have done to me,
but it feels like it must something.
And I don’t know how you’ve done it,
but it seems quite apparent that you have.
I keep thinking back to what you said
about having my needs taken care of
while you’re away,
but I don’t have the slightest bit of interest.
All I want is you,
and no one else can take your place
or fill that space of desire.
I am sure that I could find someone to show me a good time,
but through it all, and afterward, I would still be lonely,
longing for you.
And it makes my heart ache
to think that I could let someone else in
to let someone else take what seems to belong to you.
We have some long cold nights ahead of us.
But I can survive the cold.
I can endure this time without you here,
knowing that one day, I will get to see you and hold you again.
I don’t know what you have done to me,
but it really must be something.
And I don’t know how,
but you have somehow found a place in my heart,
and as long as you wish to remain there,
there you will stay.