My man

It could have been something in my mind, the nagging feeling that something was happening beyond my thoughts. It was credible to think that the distance would wreak something on our bodies, the absence, the need, the emptiness.
Everything felt murky and the idea of his arms hugging another woman became stronger and stronger. I don't want to think about it, I don't want to feel it, I don't want to know about it.
But then I knew, it all became clear:
He's my man, he is mine, but this loneliness reminds me that I'm losing him with the shadow of my thoughts.