A seperation

I need you. like a moth
to the flame or a child to the breast.
like a lonely pet
who mopes and lays flat by the window
like a silly teenager who swore they'd
never get a boyfriend again.
yes, yes. I know it's been a week.
and my heart should not be filled
with such melancholy,
for a boy I've known 4 months.
but it is, and it will be
until I see you next.