sonnet I feel alone around

I feel alone around him a knotty nought
Ive got the pals the kids the parents plumb
Ive got the yoga pose the yantra dumb
Im glad I got the goodies which I ought
I miss the mess that poverty we sought
I miss the olden days the student slum
And being immersed and mused a busy chum
I miss him the most the fun he brought
We nattered hour on hour we fossicked facts
We snuggled safe a sage exclusive pair
We fought off bedbugs blamed our cubby lair
We quoted future fun and fiscal acts
Ive been a whinger whereas youre a dear
Im pleased that you refuse to interfere
Chorus dear honey sweetheart