Conflict

A man sleeps right beside me,
I talk to him each day,
We go to church together,
He holds my hand to pray,
We visit kids in tandem,
Each holiday we share,
And when I face the doctor,
I trust that he'll be there.

I love a man who loves me,
He lives so far away,
I never get to see him,
I've seldom heard him pray,
His voice I can't remember,
His touch I've never known,
I suffer life without him,
He calls a prison home.

And every hour that passes,
As days flow into years,
I ponder my existance,
While holding back my tears,
What about commitment?
What's love supposed to be?
And I marvel that such conflict,
Resides inside of me.