who only takes who takes

Sigh.
Alone again.
It's ten am and I'm in bed.
The clock is blinking just behind
My shuttered eyes.
I am inclined
to shut it off
to open up
and yet, somehow,
I think I'm stuck
In between the blankets
I still can feel your heat
Now an emptiness I feel
A space you fail to keep
A void,
this lack of you enough,
to have me planted stiff and tough
to wait a while for your love
which I compare to give and take
It's I who gives
a little late
but you who only takes who takes