Pain for Therapy

The feeling that you have
When the one you love is near
To far away to touch
But so close that you can hear

His voice is like a whisper
His laugh, like a soft touch
I keep thinking of us together
Why do I crave it so very much?

But I no longer catch you looking
Or even get a chance to talk
It kills to think back to time I was given
The chance, and I chose to walk

Shwoot me. Please.