I'm sitting on a sofa
with
my friends who are most caring
and
we're eating and we're drinking
and
our conversation sharing
but
I feel that something's missing
and
I ask myself the question
and
the answer that I'm getting isn't helping my digestion
for
I feel that someone's absent
and
I find that I am wishing
that
the absentee was present
and
those present were all missing
for
although my friends are good friends
and
their company is splendid
I wish I was alone with you
and that's my poem ended.