A poem for Charne'

Sitting alone, with you so far away. I long for the time I closer to you stay. Talking for hours on the phone. Doesn't make your house my home. I wish you knew how close I wish to be. So everyday I could you see. Is it true that you for me care. Or can you not the sight of me bare? Do you notice when I stare so long? Or do you not care for me that strong? Do you want this to work? Or like a smell will you let it lurk? Do you like me or not? For now I'll settle for what I've got....