But nothing makes a room feel emptier than wanting someone in it.

...it’s not just the person who fills a house, it’s their I’ll be back later!s, their toothbrushes and unused hats and coats, their belongingnesses.

She sits there and feels the loneliness and the lack of him

If you care to keep it going, I'll worry to make it worth

No, I don't miss you... Not in a way that one is missed.
But I think of you.
Sometimes.
In the way that one might think of the summer sunshine
On a winter night...

Loneliness is the one who accompanies me, when I am in need of you.