My Poems: Voidness

What do you call the feeling of cold?
When you were around happy faces.
What do you call the cloud in your eyes?
When you were wide awake.
What do you call the void in the corner of your heart?
When you were in the middle of your love ones.
It's just a single word, like its nature.

But yet, It explains the whole some.
Envy creeps when seeing others come in twos,
Jealousy arises when others share romantic stories,
Hate strides when others break into joyous laughter,
Solitary is his only refuge.
All drenched in the void of tenderness,
Gloomed in the absence of loving,
Deprived of all care of another.
Is it the emptiness?
Or simply it's because of the bereft of the feeling?